This story is about a married woman who loves having sex with men besides her husband. The story incorporates my interests and fantasies as well as hers. It was inspired by a picture of her in an evening dress, sitting at a bar at some kind of function. The story starts with me telling her what I imagine the the next pictures in a series might depict. Part...
From the instant she collapsed backwards against the inside of her front door and peeked out the curtains to make sure the cab was gone, Amber gradually felt as if her real body was slowly re-entering the shell of whatever it was she'd become over the previous hour. Surveying the darkness of her apartment, afraid to turn on a light and take a chance of seei...
I was sitting in my favorite restaurant, one where I ate breakfast four or five times a week, and working on the New York Times crossword puzzle when the waitress slid onto the seat across from me. "Well Rob, are you ready yet?" Dixie asked. I knew what she was asking so I gave her a shrug and said, "Not yet Dixie. Not quite yet." "It has been six months...
It's my first evening out since I moved out of the house. I haven't seen you or the dog in weeks, and though I am attending the wedding of a couple we both know, the bride has assured me that you had another engagement, and wouldn't be attending either the wedding or the reception. So I agreed to go, and I sat through the ceremony like a stone, my eyes downc...
John had secured tickets for the rugby semi final in Paris and had asked me to accompany him. (For those who do not know, rugby is a game similar to American football played in certain parts of the world). He'd booked a room for us at a great hotel and now I could not go as an important work client wanted to see me. I rang John to break the news. He was ups...
Dakota's Story: Dakota steals a Rivonine capsule & it changes her life This is the eighth chapter of a ten chapter story. Warning: There is a group sex scene in this episode. ************ Brief Summary to Date: Sally Higgins, an outrageous slut her senior year in high school and again her freshman year of college, learns that she has the infamous De Chev...
The Meeting I am sitting at a corner table in a coffee shop called the Cornagen Tavern in Donetsk, Ukraine. It is a quaint little bar and restaurant, the kind of place you can have a beer and a great local cuisine meal. I am sipping a beer, waiting for her to come walking through the door. I am excited to see her for the first time, up close and personal,...
She has everything she ever wanted: the three-thousand-plus square foot Cotswold style home in classy Broadcreek outside Cleveland, the two kids (a boy and girl, just as she "planned"), the doting stay-at-home handyman of a husband and the upper management position with a major medical conglomerate. She's pretty, too, the "perfect" forty-year old as some c...
It was the end of Slave Cathy's on-line "training" with her Master. It seemed strange to her to refer to him as her Master, because she had never even played with the idea of being a slave to anyone. Sex slaves were in movies and in the trashy novels she read. They were not real and, certainly, SHE would never be one. She had never met him in person. In fac...
Chapter VIII - Ray's Saturday I got up late, showered and put on the hotel supplied dressing gown. I went to the connecting door and tried it. It was locked. I knocked gently. Ray opened it and peered around it at me, "What? Oh, Roberta, good morning," he stuttered. "Call for room service to get us a late brunch. I have some more things to show you this mo...