This is the final part of the story about my wife Maggie and our close friend, Phil; and I hope that those of you who share this particular sexual variation will enjoy it. I'm sorry for the delay but various work commitments have taken up a lot of my time lately. No doubt the usual 'Anonymouses of USA' and their kind will record their habitual displeasure a...
Adina stared after the woman who had just touched her hair, confused by the girl who was living with the men, wearing men's clothes. "Anybody got any idea who that was?" Margaret, a busty, middle-aged woman asked, her naturally loud voice carrying through the room full of woman. "She must be a native," Another voice spoke up. "I wonder what she's doing...
For years I have wandered about searching out adventure in all its forms and yet I cannot say I have ever experienced life as The Thief of Hearts had. I suppose if I am to tell this story correctly you should understand it's origins. Today is April 6/2235 but my story started about 3 months ago. I came across an old dusty diary while searching out treasures...
Each day he walked past her house on the way home from work, heading for his apartment near the bottom of the hill. She lived on the second floor, and seemed to spend most of her time in the afternoons on her balcony facing the street, as she was there almost every nice day. Sometimes she was carefully watering her flowers, others, sitting at a small round t...
Author's note: All sexual acts portrayed in this story are between characters aged 18 or older. Any resemblance to non-fictional people and events is neither intended by the author nor inferred by the text. Thank you for reading. Please enjoy. Chapter 2 "Blue Betty" was a powder-blue 1963 Ford Falcon. Eliza Munoz drove it around everywhere, ever since she...
Recapping the characters: My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy My cousin Dirk My boyfriend Bobby Sonja, the bitch cheerleader * The following morning Jethro woke me at an obscenely early hour. I am not a morning person and struggled to get my eyes to focus. My body ache...
I hope that leaving my readers in what appeared to be mid-stream in part 4 wasn’t too disconcerting. Obviously there was plenty of switching back and forth in that full bed and Rose once again demonstrated her willingness to go both ways as the Campbells (one and all) fucked my lovely wife while I did the same for the female branch of their family. It had b...
AUTHOR'S NOTE **** Hey everyone ... thank you so much for reading! I am so flattered that my story has evoked such passion for poor Justine's plight. I feel that I need to explain a bit about who she is here before you read this next entry. As difficult as it is to admit, in a lot of ways, Justine is me ... I have lived most of this story. (So for those of y...
My wife is a sexy woman! There, I've said it. I always believed it, but I've recently begun to discover just how much sexier she is than I had previously given her credit for. We've been married for 15 years, each in our mid-to-late thirties. I've never had cause to complain about our sex life, not in all of those years. Whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted...
PART 6: AIRPORT DELAYS The deal with Torston had gone like so many others. Martin's connections and Holly's presentation were a dynamic combo that seldom failed. A few self-righteous clients had acted insulted and kicked them out, but three out of every four were more than ready to deal, usually bartering for a hand-job, striptease of fuck-show like Torston...