Chapter 4 Photographic Developments Beverley fretted for hours about the turn of events at the photo session with Gerald and Linda; not out of any feeling of regret or shame; in truth she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. But how was she to explain, or more accurately confess, to her husband Graham. It was out of the question not to tell him, but should she r...
I'm not quite sure what the word is for the way I'm feeling right now. Awkward, maybe; uncomfortable; embarrassed, possibly. There seem no words apt enough to describe my mood. Perhaps it's the injustice of the situation; here I am, a man, forced into voyeurism by circumstance. But I am here nonetheless, seated humbly and awaiting the ultimate humiliation....
It's the middle of August and already my son of a bitch husband has started his annual pilgrimage to his "man cave" to watch football. It doesn't matter if it's college or the pros Barry just can't get enough. From now until the middle of January I'll be a football widow and he'll forget that I even exist. Pre season means Thursday night games of the loc...
He wasn't a stranger but not completely familiar. We'd known each other for years in social settings and even worked together occasionally. It never occurred to me that either of us felt anything more than respect and perhaps a little casual flirting as is often present between friends of the opposite sex. I never imagined he could be attracted to me and I w...
I had tons of work to do, so I decided to head into the office late on a Saturday afternoon. The office was a ghosttown on most weekends so I expected to be alone. Nevertheless, I decided to do a quick sweep of the office just to make sure. As I rounded the corner of our marketing wing, I was stunned by the scene laid out before me: our marketing director,...
John Hawk My name’s John Hawk. I’m now in my forties, somewhere this side of fifty. Widowed, my wife died of cancer, ten years ago. Since that time I’ve done quite a lot that I probably never would have done if she hadn’t died. Partly because of our relationship, partly just because of life. I’m a fairly good-looking man. Not overly so, but nice enough...
This was my very first attempt at erotica, it is purely a work of fiction from the mind of a sexually frustrated wife. The characters in this work are both over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it. As I walk towards the door, I see a movement in the downstairs window. I smile and wave at my neighbour before jogging up the stairs to my flat. Letting mysel...
Dear Shoeblossom Mistress Spurs is the most imaginative dominant I've ever known. I have been with various Masters, Mistresses, Dominas and Goddesses throughout Europe, Saudi Arabia and these United States, and except for one I met in Gstaad, there's never been one quite like Spurs. Spurs is only about five foot one, but she has ample breasts and fire-engi...
My back ached just from walking behind the mower for the last 90 minutes. I hoped that the perspiration and work in this heat would eliminate a pound or two from my (m)ass. I figured I put on a pound and a half a year, or a little more; never too much to worry about. But somehow the Marine Corps was 32 years ago, and those 1.5 pounds per year have put me on...
I kissed Britt, tasting Jack on her tongue, then worked my way down to her pert breasts and gave each nipple some attention. I rose back up and thanked her. She smiled and said it was her pleasure. Jack reached up and pulled us both to him by our arms. We landed on either side of his chest and he pulled us both to in tight to him, kissing me deeply. He looke...