DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it......
Chapter 10: The Wife Misbehaves Angie had rested, taken her medicine and she was feeling better. She was tired of being cooped up in the cabin so she went for a walk nude. It was funny how well the whole family had adapted, accepting the "naked in public" aspect of their new life. The only problem so far had been that Dave enjoyed the naked women that surro...
It was one of those hot summer days. The ones where you really start to question the wisdom of clothing until you remember that there are silly laws about public decency and other nonsense. Though there is some protection from the sun I suppose so there is that benefit and when your skin is as fair as mine is, you really don't want your privates getting a su...
Em answered the ad in the paper on Saturday. Money had been short recently; her landlord had been around twice, left notes under her door about last month's rent. The job sounded perfect. The ad read: quick easy money – $500 for 4 hours female subjects aged 20-40 desired for study in new technological field no experience necessary The man on the phone seem...
Oliver got the shock of his life when he woke up one morning. He found that his wife had walked out on him. A short note lay on the kitchen table telling him that she would not be coming back. And Oliver had no idea that she had been unhappy with their marriage. After he got over the shock he tried to get on with his life. The thing he found hardest was the...
Here we are, Babs, two seats. This reminds me of the days when we used to sneak out of college to the coffee shop in the high street. I don't know about you but I am going to have a cappuccino with lots of froth and lots of chocolate. How about you? Just a latte -- are you sure? What about one of those chocolate eclairs? No? I hope you didn't mind me calling...
I wish people would stop paying attention to what doesn't concern them and just mind their own damn business but that's just wishful thinking. My name is Paul Jean Renard, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. I also work part-time as a security...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (0.3 min/mp3) * * * * * Rachel rolled over and pulled the duvet over her heard to try and block out the sound of rain pounding upon the windows and roof. It was Sunday morning. Her one day every week to sleep in while the kids were at her ex's. Don't get her wrong, she knew that we needed the ra...
Amy lay in bed thinking of the day when she would get to hear his voice. For now, she only has the fantasy. "Maybe some day," she thought. But but for now, she did what she always does best, touching herself, playing with herself. Soon, her thoughts made her reach between her legs and touch her pussy. When she became wet, she tasted her juices. Slowing strok...
To all the Sexy Ladies reading this: I know you and I know what you want. If you're reading this you aren't a lady anyway! (Well, you are in public but practically everyone would be shocked to discover your secret desires. The ones that only you and I know about.) But I am never shocked by sex. I know you. You are reading this with a moist, expectan...