It had now been five days since she had last encountered her secret admirer. Every bone in her body was telling her this was all wrong...but every bone was craving the touch and the attention he gave her just as badly. She sat each day by the computer, waiting for him to log on, but he never did. She would stare at the phone beside the table, willing it to r...
What a mess. I pressed a shabby towel against the waterlogged hardwood flooring and cursed myself for being so stupid. This was the shit I get for signing an apartment lease without reading the fine print. One of the pipes behind the wall of our sink was broken and leaking into the kitchen. I tried mopping up the damage, but the rank stench of rot and mold w...
It all could not have begun more innocuously. I was in the car with my wife, Julia, and her sister, Jane. We were driving home to our apartment by way of Jane's place. All of us were coming from the rehearsal dinner for Jane's wedding. It had been a great evening. Lots of fun, last minute details ironed out, great toasts and good feelings. I really liked Ric...
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Every man is a voyeur. We like to look. Voyeurism is cerebral and man is a creature of raw instincts. I could recount dozens of times when a flash of a nipple, a wet shirt, a wind blown skirt exposing panties made me hard, triggering off a fantasy, a desire for a sexual adventure of raw lust. Other times it has been even more interesting, when time provid...
Author's Note: Thank you for clicking on my story! I hope you enjoy it, but before you begin I wanted to mention one thing. This story involves people participating in sex work but in a VERY lighthearted way. I do not know much of anything on this topic and I did not intend on writing a story that tried to accurately portray this lifestyle. Everyone has a...
Chapter 6 Karen's surprise for me didn't turn out to be quite that surprising, as she showed when she ambushed me as soon as we got home. She had let Pippa distract me just long enough to get naked, and when Pippa and I retired to bed, there was my sister au naturel! She had also shaved her bush, leaving her pussy bare and bald. The next thing that I reali...
Thanks to 'Techsan' for editing this story. It was the worst of times. It was the best of times. Boy, how many times have I heard that in my lifetime. Came from some book somewhere. Now a lot of the movies like to use that quote. For most people the statement is true. Only for me I seem to be getting more of the worst of times lately. My marriage of twenty-...
"Hey, hon," my wife Phoebe - Fee - said, a little sleepily, "would you mind getting us croissants for breakfast?" It was a bright Saturday morning, and so I figured, why not? I got up, dressed, slipped out the apartment and decided that while I could go to the nearby store and get decidedly average croissants, I'd take a trip out to the one across town, add...
I am high school teacher at a large suburban school. I do not need to tell you that many of the teachers I work with could easily be classified as nerdy, especially many of the women. The school breaks its faculty up by department similarities, and since I teach history, my department shares a faculty office with the English department. Most of the English...