Jill didn’t go back to her room after we made love. In fact we fell asleep in each other’s arms and slept soundly. It was kind of nice to wake up the next morning with Jill still asleep next to me. She was lying snuggled against me spoon-fashion, with her back to me. Her thick, blonde hair was a tangled mass on the pillow. I carefully removed the covers fro...
This is another in a series of real-life stories recounting some of my early sexual experiences. As in the other stories, events are related as the actually happened using real-life language instead of the porno fantasy screaming and implausible activities. If you want that, read another story. I also change names to prevent even the possibility of an innoce...
This is directed to Mr. Ass w/o a name. This is a FICTIONAL story so in this fictional world there are no AIDS or other diseases. So Mr. "Ass w/o a name" when you start bitching about that or something else just remember sweetie its chapter 14 and we all know you love reading these dirty wives stories. It's also a fictional story and nothing bad can happen u...
M and I were separated for a long hot summer while she took care of some family business across the country. She passed the time with provocative selfies for me and her followers on social media, while I prepared a series of challenges for my beautiful, salacious and submissive partner to complete upon her return. This story is about the first of those chall...
This story involves themes of Group Sex, Dominance/submission, bisexuality with some mild male homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Thanks to my proofreaders and editors for their help. This time, a special shout out goes to AwkwardMD for her generous edit...
Note: There's no graphic sex here, folks, so if that's priority read no further. However, if you find compelling two would-be lovers, both married to other people, caught up in moral conflict, read on, because that's what this romance story is about. ***** Tim No, I wasn't surprised to learn that Addison Weil, a late wave baby-boomer, was married with gr...
The room was drenched in the westering sun of late afternoon. A gentle breeze had picked up offshore and, blowing through the harbour and past the banister of the two-chair balcony, was flapping away at the blue serge curtain of their hotel room. White sheets lay tangled, long blonde tendrils lay wavily on a disordered pillows. A shapely shoulder and an athl...
My lovely wife, Judy and I were lying in bed together. It had been ages since we had gone to bed at the same time. Our schedules were so different that we just hadn't been able to. Tonight, a Friday, we had both showered and climbed into bed at the same time. We surprised each other. I lay on my back looking over at her. She lay on her side facing me, head p...
I think every city in America has a Southside and in many cases it where the "hood" is located. I grew up as an only child in an upper middle class White family. It was made clear to me by my parents that the Southside was off limits. As a kid I didn't understand why they didn't want me going in that area. But as I entered my teen years I began to understand...
Author's note: This is the third in a series (I know, weird, right?) so go and read the others first. Although it's not like they're essential. There's not that much plot here. ========== I waggled my glass. It was instantly refilled with champagne. I sat back and re-crossed my legs, making 20 pairs of eyes lock onto me. I smiled as I took a sip while l...