"OK," I announced triumphantly from the other side of the screen door. "I caught them ju—" "Gaw!" Jillian interrupted as I stepped out. "That thing ever go down?" She asked in snarky disbelief. Sitting on the ground between Bee's legs, resting against the sofa, she sat up sharply when I emerged, the subtle, refined contour of her torso leading to the sumptu...
The headmaster of St. Paul's University surveyed the room of young men and sighed. They were an unruly assembly of miscreants, and he knew with his hushed pronunciation that he would be unable to hold their full attention. But nonetheless he continued with his dialogue. "This year is the most important of your academic lives" he explained over the chatter o...
This morning, Robbie stood at attention, his penis now in severe pain, pushing, pushing desperately against the unforgiving metal of the Thimble as he gazed down into Karin’s heaving breasts as she knelt, tapping the Thimble tip with a French talon. “You were supposed to clean this thing, Robbie.” Karin looked at the tip of the Thimble. She got very close,...
This is my second submission and a small part of what I hope will be a continuing story. It can stand alone but it follows Kissed By Lightning. A very big thank you to Inverted Fool for editing this chapter. You're positive comments have inspired me to work even harder. Glad I finally found such a great editor. I've got a lot on the way, stay tuned. Don'...
Nik walked through the doors of his home, tossed his bag in the corner, and proceeded to relax on the couch. The game was on and he half watched it as he shifted around, trying to find a comfortable spot from the pain of the knife wound. It dulled down but was still throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to make teaching tomorrow annoying." He didn't have to go...
When they ask, I tell people that I met my wife on the internet. I'm sure they assume it was on a dating site. But the full story is much more interesting, how she came to own me and how I came to worship her as my wife. I'd been single off-and-on for a long time. 28 years old. I had a decent job in engineering. I've had a few good girl friends, but nothin...
This is the first of a series of true stories detailing how I turned my wife from her rigidly moralistic background to a woman who became one-half of a swinging couple who enjoyed sex as much as anyone ever has. It explains how I slowly managed to convert her from the straight-laced lovely I married to a woman who could trip a man and beat him to the floor....
I had fucked Peter some fifteen years ago and now I had just fucked his son, also named Peter. Both had been doing building work for me, the elder when I was married and the younger now I was divorced. The father and I did it when I was living in a large rambling house in Chigwell, just outside London in Essex. With the son it was at was at my duplex apartme...
It was just another slow Friday evening. Sitting alone on my couch with a drink flipping through the channels. All alone and bored out of my mind. It wasn't always like this. My name is Peter. I'm a 27 year old white male. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and am 5'7" tall. I am currently separated from my wife of more than three years who's name is Marisa. Sh...
The next three weeks were hell. Scarcely a moment passed when you did not think about Anne and what you so briefly had, then lost. When your wife returned home you had quickly hidden the box and run upstairs, locking yourself in the bathroom. You knew you couldn't possibly face her until you had time to come to grips with what had happened. Had it been r...