Suddenly feeling jealously possessive of his young, pretty, sexy wife having sex with older, obese men, Skip has reservations about participating in the swinging lifestyle with his wife, Yvonne. I'm Skip. Skip is the nickname I got that dates back to my time in the Navy as a Seabee. They called me Skip because I wouldn't skip any safety precautions and take...
Usually, I-75 from Fort Lauderdale to Naples isn't a very exciting ride. But as my car sped along, passing Florida State Road 19 at around 75 mph, I was pretty fired up. Yeah, I noticed the hundred or so gators sunning themselves on the embankment that lines the interstate; that was different. However, the hormones that were coursing through me this day didn...
I appreciate the comments, public and private. I apologize for the delays in the stories posting, but I'm submitting one at a time. The story has to go through the standard approval process before it will appear here. * I'll try to get them to you sooner. My girls were always different. Being so close in age, I always expected them to be similar. They al...
Kathleen went over the list of things she had to get done with an eye to those items where there was a possibility of being able to expose herself to Billy. She had no idea why she got such a rush from letting the boy see her, she just knew that it turned her on and she loved that turned on feeling. The item she was giving the most consideration to was the...
Priscilla Temple was starting her new life, as a math teacher at an inner city junior college in Baltimore. She had had a rough time, with Vince and the divorce – and a new life was what she needed. So she found a job in Baltimore. Of course she knew no one in the city. No friends . . . and worse, no male companionship. While her marriage to Vince was rott...
The sun shining through the wide open windows woke Rina earlier than she had hoped. Joly, her Mistress for the weekend, had ordered her to sleep late and stay in her room. There would be a Super Bowl party later that day and Mistress Joly did not want her little slavegirl to know what was coming. Rina lay in bed wondering. On the one hand she was nearing th...
You look out the library window, watching for me. The books are wearing you down, and you feel a bit chilly in your short skirt. Will I be happy with the work you've done today? It's only been a couple of weeks since I hired you as my research assistant, but I've already worked you so hard and so late. Several nights now, you've had to work furiously at the...
I had for a number of years corresponded with a woman in Germany and together we wrote a five part series about her sexual fantasies. Analena was a wonderful writer and has posted a few stories of her own. They are in her native tongue so if you speak German I would invite you to read her work posted at "Analenchen" on this site. When our series came to an...
**************************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another sketch: a self-contained story written on a lark. I had so much fun writing the first sketch that I had to write another. If you read "Beads & Pearls," you'll find this is simply a variation on the theme. The characters and situation are similar, though the setting and outcome are different. Call i...
As your eyes flutter, and the mornings fresh scent caresses your senses, your eyes open to greet the early day. You sit up quickly and feel the sharp twinge of pain that has lingered on from the past nights events. Your body flops back to the bed limply as your mind reels though everything that happened. While the memories flood your mind you can't believe t...