Greta Simpson is the matronly proprietor of "Fancy Pants" lingerie boutique. I had been one of Greta's regular customers since she opened three years ago. I frequently purchased a sexy negligee, bra or some flimsy panties to spice up my sex life. Her stuff was not cheap, I could spend $85 on a bra, but it would be sensational. Each year shortly before Val...
Part 3: I Just Want Answers (or Neighbor Watching Neighbors) Monica Avery is a voyeur. She is a respectable, looks 65 but is really 52, skinny, gray hair sprinkled with some remaining black, horn-rimmed-glasses wearing, pension drawing, married voyeur! Monica's penchant for voyeurism goes back to a day in high school when she came home early from school bec...
Chapter 1 Erin: I hope we don't drive you crazy with telling you this story but really it's happened with the both of us, I'm Erin and my husband is Graham. So, we're going to take turns with it. We live in a medium-sized city in the Midwest and have been married for six years. Since this website caters to people telling about their sexual adventures, I s...
Dear Readers, it took me a while because reality caught up with me, but now the next chapter is ready. I simply hope you don't get bored and enjoy also the 6th installment of my little story. * Finally I lay in bed. I heard Mommy Adriana was sound asleep while I tossed and turned. I simply couldn't sleep after today's events. I would never be the same man...
This is the second tale from The Cougar Ridge Subdivision and is a continuation of Moving In. I would encourage you to read the stories in order. Part 2: Returning the Moving Truck (or The Accommodating Neighbor) Monday morning broke clear and mild over the little Cougar Ridge Subdivision. It was a typical early June morning on the east-facing slopes of th...
This is a continuation of the story about Merna. Really need to read part 1 to know characters. ***** Merna's first modeling job I awoke very excited about my first day modeling but there was nothing in my closet that fit my image of a model. I had either conservative business attire or old knock around clothes. I decided when my finances were less tenuo...
Greta and I have been friends since kindergarten. I grew up two houses from where she lived. We often walked to school and back together. I think we were in middle school, perhaps fourteen years old, when she told me for the first time, "Jack, I'm never getting married." At that age I still thought most girls were weird or silly, although I guess I always t...
My Mistress seemed very happy with Greta, the maid I had brought for her. She had hinted at 'extending the maid's duties a little,' but aside from the fact that I knew Greta was being paid better than her predecessor had been, I saw no sign of any change. Greta was visibly content with her work, enjoying her days off, when she walked freely around the city,...
Vsrstrm snored quietly where he'd fallen asleep. The grin of simple delight still stretched his lips. He dreamed of the long yellow hair encircling him and her warm wet pussy sliding over his crotch. "Get up! Get up, now!" Something struck Vsrtrm on the head. He jumped up quickly and shielded himself from the blows scattered across his upper body. Suddenly...
An hour prior to Cameron Scott's suicide. Jack Ramse stalked about the alien armory in a welcomed usage of solar powered lamps. Now that the sun shields were removed the collectors let the sun in during the day and absorbed its energy. Ramping up their power sources enough to make things more comfortable at night. Having had taken a quick bath to feel invig...