This story can be read on its own, but it will make more sense if you have read Part 1 first. * * * * * I woke with a start. The bedside clock glowed red in the darkened hotel room. It was 8:23 am and I could hear Paul moving in the bathroom. Probably that was what had woken me. Straight away the events of last night rushed into my head. I wriggled sli...
I have a few thoughts for a sequel to this story if anyone is interested. Constructive comments are welcome. Chapter 1 - A Halloween Story Danny Black sat in the kitchen of the home he and his wife of nineteen years, Sheila had shared. Once again, Danny's thoughts returned to the dilemma he now faced. He had caught Sheila fucking a guy in the back of a c...
Jenni Giles left the publisher's executive meeting on a big high. What she'd wanted had happened and she'd been given the key to unlock her future. She sucked in air. Right, she thought. She was setting a very tight schedule to achieve an near-impossible dream of launching her own magazine but by God she and her team would achieve it. "Yippee!" She pu...
Dear Reader: This is Faith speaking. If you read the first installment, you know what has happened. Now, if you would like to know how it happened, I'll tell you. If you don't care how it happened, you can stop reading right here. There is a steady stream of tears flowing down my face as I clutch the worn envelope with the Love stamp framed by a 'U' and...
Preface: My wife and I have been happily married for 12 years. Our sexual history has been a gradual escalation of fantasy and experiences always going just a bit farther. We tried pretty much everything a husband and wife can do together and right from the beginning we enjoyed a very active fantasy life. That explains our background and the exciting exp...
She was bent forward over her desk, skirt pushed up to her waist and her thong in a pile around her right ankle as I pushed my hard cock into her from behind. She had a file folder gripped between her teeth to keep her from crying out and letting everyone in the outer office know what was happening to her. I gripped her hips and drove hard into her wanting t...
Publishers' Note: This is the translated copy of the diary of Sarie Marais, a young (24 years' old) South African and Afrikaner woman. When I met Sarie I would not have guessed that she had such a remarkable tale to tell. Her tale involves getting to know a group of people that she would never have associated with. In order to help the readers not familiar w...
Model Jane demands a double entrance. My name is Jane Ashford a working model, at the time my story starts I was in Australia modelling beach wear. We were a group of ten, consisting of a cameraman named Mike and his assistant, Henry who was a bit of a creep, but in a nice sort of way. We had some stand-in cameramen usually employed locally at each place we...
I always knew I was an exhibitionist – in a mild sort of a way, and wanted to be a fashion model. I just loved the idea off walking down the catwalk in those impossibly high heels, wearing all those lovely clothes, the silks, the satins, the transparent tops.......... So I was shattered when, after a visit to one modelling agency after another, it was clear...
Jo was sitting on her couch watching television when the phone rang. She picked it up and said hello. The voice on the other end was of a woman she had not heard from in over a year. "Hi, Jo. It's me, Natalie," the voice said. "Natalie! My God, it's been a while! How are you?" Natalie was the oldest daughter of the family that Jo stayed with when she w...