My limousine pulled up outside the gated, Spanish colonial mansion in the Hollywood Hills just after 8 pm. I was a little early, but that was fine with me. "Alicia, hold on a minute," I said. "Take your time," responded the young black woman in the chauffeur's cap. I checked myself out in the mirror admiringly. If there was another like-minded, disinhibit...
The swingers' social dance was happening at the same time the convention of librarians from all over the country was taking place. It was a semi-monthly dance for the swingers but a yearly get together for the librarians. One group did not realize that the other group was having their function at the same hotel and at the same time but on different floors wi...
Vegas in June!!! Terre was looking hot after weeks of pole dancing classes, not that she wasn't hot already. By the time of our trip, her tits looked amazing, her stomach had flattened with a small hint of abdomen definition and her ass looked amazing. Best of all, she had grown much more comfortable with her body. And she loved to show it off. She had al...
"I'll be late getting home tonight, I have to close," she lied to her husband over the phone, he, a thousand miles away, literally, on a business trip. "Not the first time," he remarked, use to her closing schedule at the upscale Steak House where his wife tended bar. "Still coming home tomorrow?" she asked him. "No, I was going to tell you," he replied,...
Further adventures with Becky: Becky's big decision A quick recap: I had found a way that I could hypnosis a girl in work by the name of Becky to be my secret sex slave without her know it. I had some good sex with her and did a bit of BDSM while the only thing that she remember was having a good time going for walks or enjoying the sun in the garden. Whil...
We are not very experienced swingers. This true story is about our second trip to a swing club. Friends had taken us for our first visit to a swing club. That couple we knew initially as friends, then as nudists, and finally as swingers. Since we did not like the first club, a rather seedy place, my wife and I decided to try another one where we live, South...
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...
It was with a fair dose of fear and trembling that I approached my first threesome. Thankfully, the experience proved to be mind-blowing in the most subtle and delicious ways. But I'm getting ahead of myself. The year was 1982, I had just moved to New York City, and my thirty-something hormones were raging full bore. There had always been curiosity about gr...
As I write this both my wife and I are sitting in jail waiting to go on trial for murder. We are telling everyone we are not guilty of murder but I'm coming to the conclusion that what we say is irrelevant. It's irrelevant to the police and the District Attorney who think that we killed the young woman named Sandra Hamilton and nothing that we say or do is...
My wife Tiffany had been hinting for a while about my birthday surprise. She wasn't great at keeping secrets, and I normally figured out her surprises in advance only to have to act surprised, but this time she was being super cagey. She asked if I would be able to leave work at noon that coming Friday so I figured we were going out of town for the long week...