"What?" I asked. I must have heard him wrong. "I want you to fuck my wife." A million things went floating through my head, most notably, the thought of railing his wife Justine. Why the hell would anyone want to give away his wife like that? This is the last thing I needed to hear from Grant. I have my own issues, besides who fucks his best friend's wife?...
Tuesday evening, now only 4 more shopping days to Christmas Marina emerged from the light and warmth of the hall to the hostile outside environment. She was intending to walk what she thought was about three or four miles or so down the country lanes to the railway station; in fact the station is nearly five miles away, more than three-quarters of the count...
The next few days were boring. Ron took Emma to a flat in Kensington where he listened to an Asian gentleman sodomise her, then urinate on her. He took Vicky to an outcall in St John's Wood, near Lords Cricket ground. The customer was really old and seemed like a nice guy. He'd bought her a grey and white Hermes scarf as a present, that Ron thought was hideo...
Cas had traveled halfway across the universe, mostly getting by on nothing more than a smug smile, roguish charm and a thick cock. From experienced hookers eager to please to dainty virgins, he'd been with every type of girl you could think of a dozen times. And occasionally, he'd been with more than one type of girl at a time. There'd been that threesome w...
Saturday morning, October 14, 2028 I watched our new van with my wife driving turn the corner and pass out of my sight. I wasn't kidding her when I said I was terrified. This situation is so different than anything else we've done, sending her off, encouraging her to fall for another guy, a young, probably good-looking, eligible guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid!...
The next morning, Kanitz got back to business much earlier than I would have preferred. - "Tell me about your Wole project." she said. - "You already know about it." - "Tell me again." I repeated the original idea: because they were neutral in the constant wars between Westrons and Crolians, the Woles could travel freely and do business with both Kin...
Note to readers: this Summer Lovin' story contains sex during "that time of the month." It's not the main focus -- this couple is having sex despite that inconvenience, not because of it. I didn't put this in the Fetish category because I don't consider sex during menstruation to be a fetish -- it's just a part of life. So if you are overly squeamish about s...
The girl was drenched ... a wet summer dress clung to her flesh accentuating every curve of a well-toned athletic body. Long blonde hair appeared from under a baseball cap and lay plastered against her neck and shoulders. Sitting under the shelter of a road side pine tree she looked small, alone ... and very cute! I pulled my house truck off the road onto t...
Gilligan's Island, the Rescue Gilligan hopped out of his hammock and ran out into the noonday sun looking for the Skipper. He ran into Mr. and Mrs. Howell's tent where he interrupted their noonday activities. "Mr. Howell, Mr. Howell," he said, "have you seen the Skipper?" Thurston Howell the third was dressed in a yellow wool sweater over a green button-d...
June 6, 1883 -Liberty- The sun is starting to rise. I lean against the door frame of the hunting shack, and light a cigarette I pulled from the pocket of the Frenchmen. It's my turn to keep watch while Justin and Jesus are resting. Justin certainly needs it the most, so after we patched him up, he damn near passed out. Jesus didn't sleep at all, so even wh...