Friday rolled around sooner than even I had anticipated. Honestly, I was still allowing the reality of what took place between me and Samantha register in my mind. As I continued driving south on Route 43, I relived our fuck for probably the four hundredth time, recalling every steamy detail. Two things were: incredible memories and intense jack-off material...
Syn watched as the red-head walked in, listening to the door close behind him. He walked around the register area, which was up on a platform eight inches from the store floor. The front of the register area came up to his chest as his arms folded over it, looking to her. Syn felt trapped behind the tall desk, it was up against the wall with a tight four by...
Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to s...
In part seven, we heard about how the lack of clothing, Marcia's panties, promotes and encourages sexual behaviour. Here we take that further and see how it has affected her and the men around her. Chapter 1 Marcia's penchant for going without knickers started the third or fourth time she and Kevin fucked. That was nearly ten years ago, she was thinking at...
Carla Benjamin watched her second graders run out of the classroom. It had been a long hot day and she was exhausted. It shouldn't be allowed to work in these conditions. She heard her colleagues making as quick an exit as they could; nobody wanted to stay in this oven a minute longer than they had to. Carla wished that she hadn't scheduled a conference with...
The next four days did not get even a little bit easier. In fact, the closer it came to Tuesday and the prospect of seeing Professor Fitzgerald again, the more desperate I got. The weekend was brutal. I'd gotten caught up on all my work by Saturday afternoon. I was trying to stay busy to distract myself, but I couldn't seem to find anything that would take...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage v...
We all had some of the strong stuff, starting about 3 or so that afternoon, and we didn't stop for several rounds of it. By suppertime, we were pretty wasted, so we simply lay down for a nap and fell sound asleep early instead of eating. I had several highly erotic dreams myself, though I couldn't make sense of them logically (then again, when can one make d...
The short synopsis of this story to date is included below, but reading the previous chapters may help. Also, in this chapter, I explore something that was recommended by a reviewer. * This is the continuing story of a cuckquean, my wife, Ann. She had been reading cuckold stories on line and decided that she was a cuckquean, a kind of female cuckold. This...
I know there is a time to stop... a time when your brain has to overrule with a "no" whatever part of you that is saying "yes" when it shouldn't be. I knew tonight was one of those times, but I promise you if you had been with my wife for the last 6 years... seeing what I saw so fucking often it would make your head explode... you'd understand why I just......