Begins this story by saying that everyone has hidden desires of what they would like to have done to him or her by their partners sometime in their lives. But this story is about some of the hidden desires that are fantasy and something that would and might happen. This fantasy desire begins with me coming home after a hard day at work and finding you in t...
The events below occurred just a few years ago. At the time I was a 28 years old single guy, self-employed as a videographer for weddings, parties, graduations, etc. I was an average looking, typical, somewhat conservative guy - a little bit on the tech-geek side but not overly so. I had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing serious. My longest term...
Note to the reader: Game mode is really required for this story. I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH. There are whole blocks of dialogue in some scenes that just won't appear if you don't have the scoring active. The flowchart is going to be as complicated as i can manage, and the hidden variables will determine what paths and scenes will be available to you, based...
Shygirlwhore is my editor. Everyone in this story is over eighteen and Ruby is the narrator. *** Honeymoon blues It came time that we had to leave our little Oasis and newfound friend behind. We said our goodbyes and exchanged mobile numbers. We took off in our luxurious houseboat and went to explore some of the smaller hidden islands that the owner of t...
Prologue Our lives and marriage had changed forever. Mark and I had never felt more in love, or more adventurous since the Christmas gift I gave him. Of course, it had everything to do with my friend's Stacy's bold sexual prowess. The moment I agreed to let her create the gift I would give Mark, there was no turning back. And we haven't. My gift is to fulfi...
The myth might wear away, but the truth remains, revealed, remembered. You reach your hand inside your pocket, thankful to be free of gloves now Spring has sprung, the promise of warmer air, tender against your skin, welcome against your open face and hands. Your fingers feel for the smooth round pebble, a hard stone, polished. A prehistoric and permanent...
Since last summer, I don't look at hikers in the same way any more. I wonder what's underneath all that outerwear. A friend I hadn't seen in years called up to say she was planning to walk a section of the ...... Way, near where I live, and she wondered if she could stay over the night before. I said I'd do a bit of the walk with her. When she arrived, we...
I have a special place where I go hiking and camping in secret when life gets too hectic for me. I go there to hide, to get away from it all for a week or longer if I can. It is inside the Redwood State Park in Northern California. It is a very special spot accessible only from behind a locked gate on private land. From where I park my car and begin hiking i...
My wife Karen was two weeks in to a six-week work marathon in Denver, with very short trips home each weekend followed by four or five nights back in Colorado. She was on a sales trip, pitching software to Christine, the female IT chief of a large company, whom she had known for years. Christine was older and had mentored Karen in many ways. She'd told m...
(Author's note: Love feedback, and can appreciate constructive criticism, but if you don't like the idea of a man masturbating with anal toys, or with another man in the room, you'll probably want to skip this story. Thank you.) Amazing the things one finds when on their significant other's computer. Benjamin -- or should I call you "Kyle"? -- you really s...