It took quite a while for my wife and I to come to terms with the fact Amy had given herself to my life-long enemies. However we eventually, albeit slowly, settled down and concentrated on looking after our children. We spent many hours revisiting the last few years, reliving the activities we had indulged in and talking out the tremendous and traumatic affe...
My wife's first Christmas party with her new employers was looming and she was worried. It was fancy dress and the theme was vicars and tarts. She told me she didn't feel too comfortable dressing like a tart in front of people she had barely got to know yet, so I gallantly offered to go as a tart leaving her free to attend dressed as a vicar. That did it, sh...
It's taken me a long time to make my confession. I am 34 years old. I am ordinary in most ways that you would notice or probably care about. My name is Nina. That's not my given name. I live in New Orleans now. I was born in a small, poor town in Arkansas, and then lived in a few places around the same State. I finally came to the Big Easy two years ago. O...
I walked back into the living room to find all four men still sitting naked and enjoying another round of drinks. I was wearing my red stilettos, my anklet around my right heel and nothing else. On seeing me entering, the guys told me I looked very pretty. Stefan added that I looked extremely sexy. Franz stood up allowing me to take his place on the sette...
Ron wants to take me parking and have sex in the backseat of his classic car. Revised, rewritten, and continued from Chapter 03: As if already prejudging him based on some of the other, older men in my life, and as if having memorized all they've said in the past, I already knew the questions that Ron would ask me as we got to know one another better. Havi...
Once again, having to masturbate to satisfy myself, I needed a good hard fucking. I need what I dreamt about in my fantasies. To be used hard and rough by a group of older men. There would be no one under the age of sixty, ready to fuck me, and make me do nasty things to them. They would manhandle me and practically rape me, but of course I love every minute...
I was sitting in the staff restaurant spending lunch time, as I often did, with a colleague from another department, Dot Masters, a very fanciable forty-something lady whom I had known, not in a biblical sense unfortunately, for many years. We had both successfully worked our way up through the company into responsible positions over the years, and we now he...
"At the next junction, turn right off the B6391 and continue for 0.2 miles." The sat nav commanded as Steve spun the steering wheel of his Audi and drove slowly up the gentle incline. The headlights illuminated the verges on both sides of the narrow road, as he glanced at the screen of his new dash cam. The picture was a little grainy, but he was impressed a...
Ricky sat at his little, Parisian-style table on his first floor terrace sipping at a cool beer and ostensibly reading Time magazine. It was one of the first really warm days of the beginning of summer. He'd be fifty soon and was wondering what sort of present he could afford to give himself. Looking down at the two teenage girls, sunbathing on the communal...
Why do I have these feelings of wanting to be used? Being nothing more than a piece of fuck meat gets me going every time. Especially being used by older men, and women. Now at 41, that meant finding men and women over the age of 55 or so, to use my body, and make me theirs to own. I have tried to suppress these feelings for years, since I was a single mom r...