It began innocently enough. It had to, or I would have been able to stop it. Now honestly I don't have any ability to stop, nor even imagine wanting to. A little about me. My name is Jan Thomas, I am a high school History teacher in the mountains of Western Canada. I was not the first woman in my family to serve as a soldier, the world wars saw my Great Aun...
He was in it - he knew. She was like discovering heroin. Kevin's mind was on fire, the highest high that he could even remember. He was going over the taste of her mouth for the tenth time, fixing his dick in his pants for the tenth time, remembering how her hand felt against his cock for the tenth time and found himself walking past a familiar set of doors....
It was after 10.30pm but the hotel was a five-star establishment, so their restaurant was still open and quite busy. Kate looked so ravishing in a simple black sheath dress and with her golden hair piled high - and somewhat older and more sophisticated than her eighteen years - that the waiters were elbowing each other out of the way for the privilege of ser...
I knew I wanted her the first time I saw her. I also knew I would never be able to get her. She was the image of perfection in my mind. Georgios long platinum blonde hair. Large perky D cup breasts. A thin waist. A delicious round bottom. A fit and highly feminine form that she did not hesitate to flaunt in front of everyone, despite company dress code. If o...
Chapter One We'd talked about all the things we wanted to experience, but the cuckolding fantasy was a bit different. It turned us both on, and we fantasized together often, but we'd both agreed that it would remain a fantasy only, until we both felt that the time was right. It had been an incredibly hot long distance relationship for the first four years...
It was a few months later that I went back to the Masturbatorium. These thousand-dollar sessions were seriously drawing down my savings, but I got a nice bonus at the end of the year and figured that this was a good way to spend it. This time, I remembered what Kim had said about "group sessions," which were usually held on weekend afternoons. When I arrive...
Slinking back into the cabin, I noticed he'd ensconced himself on the old couch with a laptop. He was busily typing away at it, pausing every few moments to take a pull at his cock. He'd put on a pair of wire rimmed glasses that made him look incredibly sexy. So much for my dip in the lake. I stood in front of the fire, letting it dry my skin, and stared at...
Note: I'm sorry for the extended delay in posting this chapter. Life just gets in the way sometimes. That plus some writer's block and boom, months have gone by. As always, I welcome constructive feedback. However, comments that are racist or suggest violence/hate will be deleted. Reading earlier chapters will provide essential context for some reference...
Chapter 1 (10 pm to 10.30 pm) It is a stormy evening in Cambridge, MA as I drive my car into the driveway of a stone mansion. I pull into the garage and turn off my car. I put my head back onto my seat and close my eyes... I am oddly horny, I think to myself, but that feeling is quickly eclipsed by the knowledge that I am late... again. My wife isn't going...
John fidgeted impatiently with his car keys while people rushed in and out of the terminal around him. In the early hours of Friday evening the airport was packed with life, some arriving, some departing, and some there to greet a business associate or loved one. John, however, was willing to bet that none of the gate's other occupants were there for quite t...