It was the annual Mardi Gras charity golf tournament at the Country Club. Kathryn wasn't looking forward to it, she'd rather be with her friends downtown partaking in all the festivities and debauchery; but she committed to her parents and would rather avoid the lengthy guilt trip she was sure her mother would lay on her if she decided otherwise. And after w...
It was Thursday afternoon and "men's day" at the Windy River Country Club where I had a standing date to play golf with three of my friends. We play golf every Thursday afternoon from the first part of April until the end of October with rare exceptions. Today was one of those exceptions. John, one of our foursome, had called me at 11:00 a.m. and said, "Sorr...
Although the television had dire warnings about Hurricane Isabel, the sky was still clear. Julia threw open the windows of her luxury condo and breathed in the air. Ah, the scent of lavender. As she breathed, her pale silk blouse hugged her firm, proud breasts. In the distance, courtesy lights gleamed along the walkway beside the golf course. Julia Morgan,...
A note from Christine. Whilst it is not essential, I strongly recommend that you read Part 1 first. It sort of puts everything into context. Still whatever, enjoy and let me know what you think C x ***** There was Tom an Art Director at one of the agencies where I worked freelance. I had known him for some time, not that well and certainly not intimatel...
I beat Anne to the doctor's office. I was a good thirty minutes early. I had rushed out of my old lovers house and scurried to make it in time. The few minutes I had to myself before my wife arrived allowed me to sort through all of the messages, missed phone calls and emails that had been piling up all morning. As expected the majority of the text messages...
Monday, Leaving for Danville I felt Lizzy's hand pushing against my body. Then I heard her say, "Billy, wake up." I opened my eyes and the room was pitch dark. "What time is it Lizzy?" "It's 5:30." "5:30? Why are we waking up at 5:30?" "I want you to fuck me before I take a shower and get dressed." "I want to fuck you too, but why are we starting the d...
This installment of You Fucked Where? is a blast from the past. This episode takes place back in the 80's before I was married and still in what I called my whore days. It was mid summer in Northern Indiana and as I recall it was hot. It was a beautiful day and my boyfriend and I decided we were going to take advantage of that. We thought with such a good d...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** G'day gentle reader. If you're not familiar with these stories yet, I'll set the scene for ya. My name's Tim, typical aussie bloke in his 30's, wife and two kids. My best mates growing up were Andy Cooper and Noel Stone, and they were my neighbours on either side when I was growin...
Up on the fucking treadmill again, I half-listened, half-watched a newsmagazine on the wall unit in my bedroom. "We go to our correspondent, Jayne Torres. Jayne?" "Thank you, Allison. I'm here at the Crowne Plaza in downtown Washington where this year's 'Bot-Con is setting up. As you can see, we have the major manufacturers and retailers of pleasure 'bots...
Morning came and the sun was peeking into the room. Joellen got out of bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth. She flung back the bed covers and proceeded to lovingly wash my cock and balls. She worked slowly and deliberately, and soon had completed her task. The cloth was flung to the night stand and she leaned over me to swallow my...