On my first day, the company assigned Michelle, a bubbly blonde in her late forties, to show me the ropes. She took me under her wing and after a short time without me even asking, I knew most of her life story. She had worked in many different jobs, as a kindergarten teacher, prostitute, waitress, in deep space mining, as an assistant to a now deceased mob...
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...
I owe my entry into the pleasures of oral sex to an obscure piece of Victorian pornography. My fertile but stunningly inexperienced nineteen-year old mind was unsettled by reading the sexual autobiography of a 1880s era English aristocrat with a fondness (the term is inadequate) for womanly charms. The book My Secret Life, the author employing the pen-name...
Abbie was the kind of English girl that probably inspired a thousand saucy seaside postcards; rosy apple cheeks and the soft features that men want in wives but not mistresses. She had a perfect apple bottom requiring the high maintenance of cream cakes and walking briskly past the gym. We were alone in the office of the accountancy firm of Andrews, Abraha...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Hi, my name is Mary. I am a happily married woman with two kids. My husband and I are both very fit and have high sex drives. My sex drive is what gets me in trouble here. My job requires me to travel for work about once every couple months. Usually its only a day or two but this trip is for an entire week. I flew to Indianapolis this morning and I've had...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
As Christmas neared, Alicia and I decided to give a small dinner party. Alicia had a friend named Kathy Stone, a nurse on the surgical unit, whom she invited, along with Kathy's female companion. I had not really developed any close friends during my time at the hospital. I had working acquaintances, but no one that I spent any time with away from work. If...
Kathy dozed almost the entire way to the B&B: this was her first real break since the twins were born -- and if Carl behaved himself, tonight would be her first full night's sleep in months. The drive up was a lot more comfortable this year than last: after the babies were born, she and Carl bought a minivan, one of those big-ass vehicles every suburban...
I did my daily routine in the bathroom and mock-dressed for work. My mind was in a quandary vis-à-vis my wife has a gang-bang arranged for her today. Part of me is bitter and vengeful with her deceit; the other--that trouble-making stiff part--is excited at the thought. Our neighbor has Patty under his big-dick spell, and so far, she has submitted to all of...