I was cleaning our bedroom and as I put my husband John's house shoes under the bed, I noticed a small business card lying near the foot post. Bending down, I picked it up. Turning it over, I read "HEAVENLY CLOUD-Gentleman's Club." What in the world was this doing in our bedroom? Had John dropped this? The address was on the other side of town so I decided t...
This is part one of a story about a happily married wife who slowly discovers how much more there is to sex and arousal. This story has a slow build up, and is only the beginning of her long journey. Six weeks was all it took! Not that she considered herself a finished product, but glancing in the restroom mirror while re-applying a little lipstick Camil...
Chapter 9: The letter Three days passed without any word from Marsha and I was beginning to think that I had lost her forever. I knew that I couldn't run after her. If there were any chance for us it would have to be on my terms. I resigned myself to the fact that if I took her back that Chilly may be part of the equation. I wasn't sure I could handle that,...
This story is a quickie, short and to the point. It was easy to write because it actually happened to me, so I didn't have to spend any time inventing a plot line. On the other hand, it's not much of a plot line – which is frequently the case with true stories. My wife, Gina, and I occasionally visit swingers' clubs. I say "occasionally" because though we...
I'm known by all my friends as a giver. Yeah, I'd give the shirt off my back for a friend, maybe even a stranger. I'm a soft touch. Rescue animals, damsels in distress, you know the type. So when my buddy Jeremy called on Friday night and said he was in a pinch and needed an extra driver for his fledgling limo business, he knew that I wouldn't say no, even i...
Letter from the author: This story contains these of male submission and a bit of humiliation, along with some female domination and cheating. If you find these themes offensive, please find another story. Leaving comments about what a pussy the main character is or what a slut or bitch the female character is, is just counterproductive. I do however enjoy c...
"Please, please, pleeeeeease? You know it'll be fun. It's been weeks since we went out, and you owe me one after the Fabio incident last month," Kate whined. "Very funny, but Douchebag is more apt a nickname," I countered. "Blonde hair and muscles do not a sex god make. You know I regretted going home with him, so doesn't that count for something?" She l...
Once again I must thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can't leave a story alone. I could well have added some cock-ups after they have seen it and before it gets posted. That should keep the GPs happy at least. The story starts circa 1966. There is...
This little gem popped into my head the other day and it took three days of furious writing to finally bring it to life. I know it's been a while but I promise to write more very soon. I thought it might be the perfect gift for my fans on Halloween. :) ********************************************** New York City, 2007 In the depths of her dreams, Elizabet...
"Would you care to dance, Mistress?" Sean asked suddenly. He licked his lips, almost nervously. Sky suspected that had it not been for the liquor that Sean had consumed, he likely would not have asked her to dance. Sean didn't seem the type to enjoy dancing, even at a dance club, but the evening was growing later everyone seemed to really be loosening up....