He drives her to the house near Fontainebleau. Sitting in the car, he forbids her to get out to go to the door until she has removed her blouse. She must meet her new friend bare from the waist up. On the drive down her English husband has been telling her how easy it is going to be for her to enjoy this weekend. All she has to do is to submit totally to her...
I stepped off the train at Union Train Station in Los Angeles wondering if I should feel guilty, or proud, or if I should tell her at all. After all, Naomi has always told me she wanted to watch me get fucked by a complete stranger. But...would it make her jealous that I fucked a cute girl about the same age as me in the bathroom of the train to Los Angeles?...
Ben laughed, finished off the wine in his glass, and then reached out for the bottle on the coffee table. Like a gentleman, he first tried to top off the ladies' glasses. Only a few drops trickled out. "Damn, empty," he said. "Hold on, I'll go fetch a new bottle." Ben left the room and went down to the cellar. Returning with a new bottle and the corkscrew,...
I had only been home from college for a few days when my parents were having their annual Christmas party for family and friends, and I thought that I'd be a good son and make an appearance. These things are usually pretty dull with the same old people asking the same questions. It amazes me how people can be so infatuated with the boring details of my life!...
There was a quiet nervousness between them, which was a strange contribution to the years of comfortable friendship they had shared, though the nights of raucous shows and drinking and smashing things were over. Both of them had remained true to their roots, tattooed and pierced well into their 30s, even when they'd got responsible, got married, and started...
It wasn't enough that old uncle what's his name was being given his final send off. They had to spend an otherwise delightful road trip in the pouring rain, thought Carla Potts, Lonnie and Cheek's 29 year old daughter, as she sat dozing in the car's front seat. She wasn't really interested in going to the funeral. There was no DNA between her and the dead gu...
My wife, Drew, cuts my hair. She's been doing it for years. Every two or three weeks she sits me down on a stool in the kitchen, gathers up the electric shears and a set of scissors cuts my hair, trims my eyebrows and ears, and generally makes me presentable to the world. She makes the decision about when she's going to do it, but it's usually on a Saturday...
While we had often talked about it during sex, the fantasy of seeing and hearing my wife with another man didn't seem to ever come close to being realized. I had brought home an eight inch vibrator, shaped and veined like a massive cock. I would fuck her with it while she sucked me off. She claimed to enjoy the sensation of two organs in her at the same tim...
The last Saturday of this June was the most amazing and wicked weekend getaway I have ever experienced in my life. I was in a dilemma for most of the time should I write about this or not. But then I thought what the heck. A group getaway was long due for all of us. When I say us what I mean is a group of five couples namely: Anjila Siddique and Nimish Jain...
It was Hank's buddy's wedding day. Most of them couldn't understand why Craig was getting married so soon and especially to a bitchy, judgmental, materialistic, and controlling bitch like Jessica. Sure, she was nice to your face, but as soon as you turn around, she'd stab you with a poisonous dagger and twist. She had very few friends, hated his family, and...