It was a hot evening and John was sweating profusely as he cleaned the car. Pausing to mop the sweat from his brow John's eyes were automatically drawn upwards to the bedroom window where he saw a grinning Andy looking down at him. Grin he might, it was his car John was cleaning and when finished he still had the back garden to attend to. He knew from experi...
[A separate passage continues the story of this tour from the point at which the orchestra arrived in America. Robert records a number of exploits with different women in different cities. There is much repetition of a predictable nature, both from this tour and others, which may not merit inclusion here. However, there is one episode which seems to have occ...
Jane was exhausted. She struggled to keep from slipping on the slick floor. "Donna?" her voice echoed through the empty room. "Over here." Donna's voice was something to hold on to. That and basic things like getting some clothes and getting back to her car. Donna was sitting on the floor just outside the range of the single light bulb hanging from the cei...
Zelinnia stood on the hill overlooking the south orchard. "It's a beautiful place." She murmured. "The whole town is a pretty little place." "We're quite proud of it." Renwa smiled. They began to walk back. Zelinnia watched the trio walk towards the bath. "Oh good, maybe I can go back tonight without humiliating myself again." She grumbled. "You could a...
We're sitting on the couch, my wife Alexandra and I. I was not comfortable, I kept fidgeting even as my eyes were locked with hers. "Honey," I began, "I have to tell you something. I've screwed up royally. This is going to be hard for both of us, but please just listen." I felt lousy, and I still wasn't comfortable. I gritted my teeth and continued even tho...
Sarah didn't know that her mother was about to visit her in her chamber and had already surrendered herself to the throes of sexual ecstasy. The warm liquid tongue of one of her handmaids, Cherry, was extruded deep within the inner lips of Sarah's vulva, while Sarah had thrust an exploratory finger up her servant's anus. But Lady St. Cuthbert knew better tha...
Whack! Ted held back a gasp. Celeste paused her slapping with the thick wooden paddle, and stroked Ted's hair, as his head hung over her lap. "Be a brave boy, Teddy." She said this so gently. "Don't cry. Can you be a big boy for Mommy? Take your chastisement in a nice, manly way?" WHACK WHACK! "Yes, ma'am" came the little voice from below, and Celest...
Samuel J. Weinberg secretly possessed the untenable theory that all women are sluts. It was rather a one-sided belief because he'd never attempted to ponder the converse poser: then what did that make men? Of course it didn't really matter what Sam thought provided he stayed out of the way of women and allowed them to have a nice day. Sam also knew why he...
----A story from my wife to me. She is a very kinky and erotic person. She is writing this story without names of actors so you can put yourself into the role of the person.. or I can in her case... These are things we have talked about and want to experience.. some we have already... Give me feedback and let me know what you think.------ * She was hoping...
Several months later I had started wondering at the total change in the sexual energy and change in Rhonda. We haven't had Don back since that night but that hasn't mattered. We haven't had anyone else in our bed either for that matter. Well I am not complaining mind you, no sir! I get laid every other night if not every night, which is a far cry better than...