After a long gap, I am picking up the thread of Pakistani wife's story from where it finished in part 3. But the story is yet far from over. * Kulsoom did know why suddenly her father-in-law changed his decision. Only a few days ago he did not want Kulsoom to visit her best friend Neelum, fearing that it risked the family honour. And now he himself had li...
My husband and I had been in the swinging lifestyle about four years when we met JD and his wife. Now, to understand my thinking on this story, you need to know that I am a very competitive person. Anything one of my friends can do, I always want to be able to do it better. In my single days, if a friend liked a guy, I felt the need to make him want me, too...
This chapter is an extension of the recent developments in Chapters 5, 6, 7, 8 & 9. If you are new to the story, you might consider reading at least chapter 5 first, but make no mistake it is not a necessity, this chapter is good as a standalone too. Any references to celebrities or real-life people or places are purely fictional. Any and all sexual si...
This is one of my more goofy stories. I hope you like it. If expansion is not your thing, this story is probably not for you. Comments fuel my desire to write, so please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. *** Roger Rabbit straightened his polka-dot bow tie and stood up straight, displaying himself as handsomely as he could. Unsure he was pres...
This is something that happened to me when I was in college. I have never told anyone about it before. It was the seventies, and, like a lot of college students, I spent a summer touring around Europe, living out of a backback and having a good time. Towards the end of my trip I was riding a train through Switzerland. I had splurged on a first class ticket,...
Previously in Chapter Two: I glance at Curtis's and my reflection in the mirror. His large, muscular black frame seemed to dwarf me, standing behind me. I was still pinned in 'breeding position' on my little step stool. I remained coupled with the large man inside of me. I was forced to remain bent over, balancing myself with my one free arm against the si...
PUSSY-LICKER: AFFECTIONATE VANDALS (OR THE DIFFICULTIES OF BEING SINCERE) by TRISTAN TROTSKY Sex. Greed. Art. Death. Lies, and more sex in Barcelona Hey you. Can you spare a couple of Euros for a 'phone call home? I'm stranded here in Barcelona with no money. That can be dangerous for a girl on her own. And I have to call my mother, you see...? What's t...
She reaches up & turns the radio a little bit louder. Dipping her hands back into the soapy water she goes back to washing the dishes. Her body sways as she dances & sings along with the music. He stops in the doorway, silently watching her as she moves. Looking her over he smiles, completely nude save the silver collar around her neck & the leather ankle cu...
***All characters are over 18*** "Enter Slut," a voice loudly orders in response to a soft knock on the door. A petite long haired blonde submissively enters the room wearing the sheer white silks of a virgin slave girl. The stone walled room is furnished modestly, a wooden table, stool, a bed, a small chest, and a fire place. A torch is burning on the wa...
"Are you busy?" I asked leaning over the bed and whispering in your ear. You are busy. I already know the answer but I am too excited to care. Your pajamas are on, you're reading glasses, the iPod on your lap opened to Facebook. Already you have taken off your make up (I know this might bother you but it won't matter and you'll see why - or not) and you a...