{I suppose I should post this to the "loving wives" section but I am getting long in the tooth and my wife Debra is only a decade and change behind me so "mature" it is. Things have been happening and I concede some of it concerns me. My wife Debra was away for damn near a year, finishing up her education. Old Doctor Barker, the on staff physician at the...
Since Christopher had been bounced, there had been three more interviews, and another couple of dozen applicants rejected before then. People had been rude, or had sketchy references, or just given one of us a bad vibe. It turned out that consensus was a very hard thing to reach among six very different people. I was beginning to get frustrated. Did we reall...
I work for an accounting firm in the Ogilvie building downtown, so I usually take my lunch at the big CityCenter mall food court. The food court is on the opposite side of the mall from my building and I walk through the mall end-to-end almost every day on my way to lunch. About six months ago, I was stopped by a young man wearing a lab coat who was hanging...
Part one chapter one Thunder in the distance, thunder that arrives like a broken promise. Thunder and rain, the strained promise of rain, rain in the air, rain -- like conditional release. As memory arrives on cooling winds, distant patterns both old and new emerge, like the wind sifting through old pines -- and new -- outside a dusty window. The disquieti...
The days following our sunny afternoon in the woods were a succession of crises interspersed with mad bouts of loving. The women treated their project assignments as an excuse to get horny and gang up on me. So, of course, I would sit in my attic room trying to write, but horribly distracted by mental reruns of the latest wrestling match on Connie's bed, whi...
After being thrown out of the Robertson's I drove home, quietly slipping inside to wash the makeup off my face before anyone could see. I dropped my bag off in my room and went to speak with my mother. We always had a good relationship and she was happy to see me. She asked how things were with the Robertson's and I lied. I told her things were great and the...
Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along. Thank you. ***** Friday evening, I left work and headed to see Jimmy. I'd picked a peach and white with ruffle, shelf bra bustier and matching G-string to wear to...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I was born 150 years ago. I lived for 50 years as a mortal and my immortal soul has spent the last 100 years in purgatory. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possessi...
Liam woke up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon and Elfie's mouth on his dick. She faced away from him, her rear positioned such that he got a full view of dripping pussy and plump ass. The elf costume had returned at some point, which Liam didn't mind because it highlighted the curve of her ass. While she moaned on his dick, his hand moved up her thighs, g...
This story is a continuation of the "The Girl Across the Street" story. I urge you to read the initial chapter before reading this. This chapter will make more sense if you do. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those instit...