(This story was inspired by my sometime muse, Yvette, as we imagined a scene that would thrill us both. And Yvette added some very special and sensual magic to the story, little details that matter) * They first saw him at the beach, just down from the resort where they were spending two weeks. He was with a girl as stunning and as gorgeous as he was. Whil...
It was snowing lightly in the evening as the taxi turned unto the exclusive street. The taxi driver tilted his head into the mirror, giving a look that summed up the question "really kid you live here?" Mark Brice had decided to surprise his parents, well his dad, by coming home from college early. He'd been looking forward to Thanksgiving. With a sick prof...
"Owwww," Nik said, shuffling in the hospital bed. He was in a private, spacious room. A TV hung from the corner ceiling, and there was various furniture scattered about the room. He could hear water running from the bathroom. "Good to know I'm alive," he said, feeling up the wound. Fingertips grazed the many stables that sealed the hole shut. He felt w...
The first time Sandy and Tyler met, he was expected to be the dominant one of the couple. That was the manner he portrayed while they chatted online for years. When they first met however, he was no where near the dominant she. She ended up being the dominant one, and she humiliated him for it. After that first meeting, she never expected to hear from him e...
Rick stifled a yawn. He had just come off a double shift on the IT help desk at the company where he worked and he was dog tired. It was a thankless job; he was constantly being yelled at by executives so inept he wondered how they managed to switch on a kettle. They possessed a seemingly infinite capacity to screw up their computers, and then blame it on th...
This story is the first in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these eve...
(Note to reader: Point-of-view makes such a difference in how a reader relates to a story, especially when one moves from third person to first, as I have here. I've decided to re--write a few of my stories, shifting the narrative to another point of view, and hopefully providing a fresh and exciting reading experience. The below is one such rewritten story....
At the end of their holiday the two couples exchange email addresses and phone numbers. Jean and Ken live in the North East part of England whilst Mike and Sam live near London. The 250 miles separating them is no bar to them meeting up from time to time when Jean can enjoy her new found desire for extramarital sex with both Mike and Sam. Her cuckold Ken is...
Chapter Nine: Kerri and Chantel's Dinner Party 9:00am Sunday morning, that alarm clock goes off again, I roll over to turn it off and am still sleepy from yesterday at the shop all day with my love Kerri and another evening out. I roll back over and see Kerri in bed again. Mmm it feels so nice in my heart to have her with me. We slept with wigs on to keep o...
The endless months of childhood summer as an adult seemed like nothing more than a scant few weeks; blink too fast and you'd miss it all like driving through a one horse village in the middle of nowhere. My 'lessons' with Kyle continued. At least, that's what we called it so our parents wouldn't get suspicious. When it came up in conversation it was easier t...