I just caught my boyfriend Dan and Miss Blonde "Thang" in the back room of the Church. They weren't praying. They weren't counting donations. They weren't planning fundraisers. They never even saw me standing there watching them from the small crack in the door they left open. How could he cheat on me? Am I not good enough for him? I know I don't have much...
I bought a house and moved out of the apartment complex where I had been living when I first moved into the area. The house was in an established neighborhood which I bought from an older couple who were retiring to Florida. My name is Tom and, being 28, this is my first house of my own though I have had apartments since college. I moved my furniture with th...
You plan to get a shower and a small breakfast after Sophia gets to school. You decide in the shower to get dressed in comfortable clothing and arrive looking natural. You step out and dry yourself off, paying a little bit more attention to your breasts than usual, savoring the sensation of the ribbed towel against your exposed nipples. Doing so inspires spa...
A fantasy inspired by the man who makes me want things even I can't believe. The characters are well over 18, a couple of adults spending a not so quiet Saturday together. ***** "Come here, kitten." Sir calls as she comes in from outside. Within seconds she's standing before him. "What may I do for you, Sir?" He smiles, thinking about what a sweet submi...
There was a picture above Scarlett's bed. It was thickly framed in wood as black as pitch; the glass had a small skim of dust across it that could only be seen when the sunlight was directly on it. This usually only happened at sunrise. The picture inside the frame was small, almost too small for such a heavy and expensive looking frame. But it wasn't the...
Some readers have complained that Jessica stays in the background too much. This is all her, so technically it's not my adventure, but I have the account, so I get the credit. Ha! A letter arrived at George's office, and he gave it to us, now you can read it, too. Dear George: I wanted to say thanks, but that's not enough. I felt that I should tell you al...
It's a rainy Sunday morning in Summer. One of those dull days with drizzle coming down that threatens to not stop all day. I wake up late. The party last night was a blast, and we didn't get home until early this morning. I lay there and reflect on my impressions of the event. It was one of those fetish parties with many odd people to see and talk to. Gays...
My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in Cap d'Agde in the south of France in September. We stayed in the naturist section, called Port Ambonne, which has a reputation as a place where couples come to have fun after the family holiday season has finished. We had such a wild time that we just had to write down our holiday experiences so that you can en...
We're still at the conference. It's the last day and we leave tomorrow morning. I see you less and less during the days. We lunch and occasionally dine apart, but you always call me up after dinner and ask me to come to your room. Of course, I always come and spend the night. When we're at the office, we have the agreement that I have the option of fucking y...
I stand there in the one shower that was actually working this week at camp. Really this wasn't so bad. This was the big bathtub shower. But since this one was only working they were letting the counselors get showers first and I was the first one awake so I came in and got my shower. I finish washing my 20 year old 6'3" 200 pound frame and rinsing my short,...