Justin and Anjie Southwick were born and raised in Pottsville. Pennsylvania. Their families were devout Quakers. Both attended the University of Pennsylvania, Reading, as day students. In fact, they commuted together. Now graduated, married, and settled in their own home in Pottsville, Justin was an assistant manager for the local branch of the Pottsville Na...
Ozzy and I arrive at our hotel feeling a little tired from our flight, but still excited about our first holiday together. Room 212 in AC Liberia will be our home for the holiday, so we head upstairs to freshen up and rest. The room is nice and comfortable, with a spacious bed in the center of it. Agreeing that a relaxing romantic dinner is how we want to st...
Catherine took a sigh of relief after the hotel room door shut tight. Finally after a day of forced smiles and engaged small talk with strangers she lay down on the bed to relax and flip on the remote to catch the local weather. In Orlando for software convention and the only realization she had so far about her implementation project is that it wasn't going...
When I moved to London it was an unusually warm June. I was twenty-five, nervous, and woefully naive. Friends were getting engaged, married, having babies. Some were finishing doctorates or travelling. And I had long since come to the conclusion that the kind of raw, explosive attraction I had read about or seen on the TV didn't exist for everyone. At least,...
Mario and Maria brought two friends to our place who, they believed, were curious. No, not oddballs, just curious about swinging. They even said they were ready to try soft swinging, maybe, and were nervously ready to watch the rest of us in action. Since Sue and I successfully introduced Mario and the lovely Maria to swinging, they wanted to be part of anot...
I awoke to a throbbing headache and dying embers of a campfire surrounded by furry bodies. The smell of genus felis hung thick in the air, making my nostrils twitch and my heart race. It was a dire predicament, indeed, for a dog like me. I sighed and resigned myself to quietly surveying my situation. The huge panther that had knocked me unconscious was lying...
I heard some people say that they don't think that big people have sex lives, let alone satisfactory sex lives. Whoever said these things is lying. Don't ask them. Just ask me, Bartleby Davidson. I'm a big and tall black man ( six-foot-three and two hundred and fifty pounds) living in Buffalo, New York. I'm a police officer in the city and I've put in ten ye...
The rain hammered against the bronzed plate glass of her office windows like fierce silver needles. The water ran in sheets from the glass, reflecting the interior of the office like a mirror. Thunder cracked sharply, causing her body to lurch in fear. Her heart seemed the metronome for the storm, its staccato beats sustaining meter and measure. Her palms we...
Another oddball tale. I got this from watching an old Kevin Bacon film, where he researched the finances of a couple, then kidnapped the child and extorted it all, usually raping the wife. There was a scene where he appears, tells the wife he has her child, and she runs to the bedroom to get a handgun, only to turn it over to him and suffer humiliation. I th...
I thought I would interject a short chapter about one of my favorite activities with my subbie, a trip to the hardware store. “What in the hell is so exciting about that?!” you say. Where do you think all that neat bondage equipment comes from, the S&M Fairy? As I stated in the first chapter, our group is not like those in the books, such as “The Story of O...