As usual, the previous chapters should be read before this to fully understand the story line and characters. All comments welcome as it helps to improve the writing. For a few months after Amy gave birth to Colin Pearce's child, we settled down to our lives again. The spark that our sex lives thrived on had to be content with only the memory of the filthy...
Alexander McMillen (Alex) was so damn happy. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called home to tell his wife that his two day meeting in San Francisco was cancelled and he wouldn't be making his 5:30 pm flight after all. He was on his way back to the office to drop off some paperwork and he would be home in about three hours. In reality the two...
"Mein Gott!" "Lord Kraus! Wilhelm, help me!" "Bernhardt, no!" Wilhelm Kraus spun in the saddle, trying to keep a grip on his man's hand. The vines that had encircled Bernhardt and his other men-at-arms were grotesque and clinging. Diseased-looking, green flesh with thorns as long as Wilhelm's little finger were twining swiftly around their limbs. He watch...
"Come over here princess, it's time for you to be my husband's little fuck-bunny." The time had come. He obediently walked over and she instructed him to drape himself over the stacked pillows, then bury his face in the corduroy pants on the other pillow. He did, and between the pillows, the bedspread and Susan's pants his whole body was now rubbing agai...
Frankenstein, the lost journals. Hampton-on-the-bay, Dec. 18, 18--- It is with much foreboding and dread that I set these words to paper. For many years since my encounter with the mad man, Victor Frankenstein and his abominable creation in the frozen North, this story has weighted heavily on my soul and tugged on my sanity. But this is the story as it was...
Part 7 -- Three and Then Four (A multi-part story about how my wife moved our marriage into a whole new open lifestyle. Our discovering of her bisexuality, my voyeuristic leanings and our complete transformation into a new sexual existence. I strongly encourage you to read the previous installments of this story before continuing. But if not it all started...
Saturday rolled around and Ted showed up wearing his customary sweat pants and a tee shirt for our somewhat regular cribbage game. Lately however various members of his crew have been dropping by as well. These crew members had such a good time with my wife at the poker party that I missed, they never miss a chance to drop by when Ted tells them it is ok....
Authors Note: This is a continuation of my story that began in Fall From Grace. The stories I am writing are true and describe a transformation in my life, at least as I remember them. Nothing has been embellished unless it is how we all embellish our stories as time passes. Someone made a public comment that said these stories should be nonconsent. These ar...
I am Dave and I am a very affectionate person. It can be very difficult for me to keep my hands off of an attractive woman unless she asks me to stop. I have certain lines I try not to cross though. One of them being married women or even women spoken for. This story is about a girl I could not keep my hands off but belonged to someone else. Her name was Sh...
It was as I was returning from a trip up to Manchester that I saw the sign: 'Stewartby Park Prestige Hotel'. I vaguely remembered hearing that the old place had been converted, some years after she died, but it hadn't really hit home to me until that moment. Before I'd even realised it I'd swung the car between the gate posts and started up that familiar wid...