Lisa left my house just before 3pm and I put on clothes and headed to Dodger Stadium for a late afternoon Sunday game. I swung by the hotel where Diana was going to spend the next four nights and we kissed hello. You're wondering who Diana is. Hang tight I will introduce her and explain. When ESPN carries the Sunday night games from LA, they start at 4pm...
Chapter 14 The Train Ride The following morning, I met Bill, AKA, James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark...
The ink was still wet on my electrical engineering degree when I quit my job at a well known international package distribution company. Over the previous two months rumors of my wife 'in flagrante delicto' with one of our best friends at his going away party, with dozens of my co-workers in attendance, had quickly spread at work. Soon we were on the A-list...
I stood under the shower's restorative deluge and quickly lathered myself clean of the various bodily fluids that the latest bout of sisterly defilement had seen me covered in... Not that I minded much, but a certain Dominant standard had to be maintained and it was best if only my slut slave remained in such an excitingly sticky and thoroughly fucked state....
I originally published this as a topic in a well-known UK swingers forum. This is an extended version. For the American audience (if anyone actually reads at all that is), pants are knickers in British. After a long day at work, I manage to get to the train and find an empty 4 seater. I take the window seat as the dcrowd fills in. The seat opposite mi...
I met James Dennis at a nearby café and, after coffee and doughnuts; we walked two blocks to the train station and waited for the train to arrive. I should take a moment to describe Mr. James Dennis to the reader. He was a tall, well-favored young man, dressed to the nines in tight-fitting dark brown slacks which were pegged at the cuffs in the current fas...
Hello everyone, I am currently working on a series. But I decided to take a break from that. This is a slow burn, so if you're looking for something quick this isn't for you. This is based on true events, but a little fabricated as well. As always everyone in this story engaging in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older. Happy reading!! ***** You know th...
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Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
We had a new Landlady take over the Ruddy Duck in Entwhistle Street, and she told me this tale a few weeks ago as I waited for my Boyfriends Viagra to take effect. Her journey from Yorkshire to starring in Top Shelf Videos sounded interesting, so much so that I have written it down for the enlightenment of others. I have tried to capture the Yorkshire Dial...