I'm the luckiest woman I know. I've got a great job, and I'm married to the most wonderful, loving man. He just adores me, and I him. There's only one thing I would change, and that is how often and how long he's away from home on business. He's a scientific researcher who travels across the country, advising various scientific endeavors. Sometimes he's cl...
***************** JOE ***************** It was obvious I was about to win the Monopoly game, and I have been accused of being a sore winner, so during Rachel's final dice roll and my next turn, I went to the kitchen to get everyone another round of drinks. Rachel and Greg were two of our oldest and dearest friends. My wife, Bess, had gone to school with Ra...
This is purely fantasy, created by me and written by me. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. Please leave feedback! I would prefer feedback on story content. I do my best to edit my story several times, but small mistakes escape me from time to time, so I am sorry in advance if there are any errors in grammar, spelling or punctuation. Thank you for...
Mob family don, Tony Matassini who resides in Tampa, Florida and has a black market Russian 'Mail Order' Bride business, collaborates with a Russian national, Boris, in providing a service to wealthy American men who want the privilege of accessing young, beautiful and capable Russian women without the hassle associated with the dating scene. His life begins...
Somebody thought that the phrase WAM on my member page referred to the 80's pop group. I thought I needed to correct this misapprehension. Here's the first part of a story on that very subject...there are further episodes awaiting, if anyone's interested... Looking back, I think it was a mistake to tell Erin about my private fantasy. We had been going out...
"What is it that you need, pledge?" I asked the young man standing in front of my desk. Jeff was a new pledge to the frat and was fitting in nicely. His bringing in ceremony was in almost 2 weeks and he seemed to be handling the pressure very well so far. "I am having trouble with something, sir." He stood straight, his hands behind him, and stared at the...
I was onboard flight United Air 678 from Sydney to Los Angeles. I was sitting in the economy class cabin. The flight was full; there was no room to breath let alone move. My seat was at the rear end of the plane at a window of a three-seat section. I felt claustrophobic and was not looking forward to the 14-hour non-stop flight. I always requested the aisle...
Cassie Stevens could barely recognize the woman in the mirror looking back at her. Not physically, but rather in the sense of not knowing exactly who this 42-year-old wife and mother had become. She had been weak. Cheated on her husband, got caught and blackmailed, and cheated again. Now, not only was she in the midst of a full blown affair with her son's b...
What can I say? It was hot, arousing...fuck, arousing as hell. Standing there slowly stroking my hard cock for her while my mother in law stood there fondling her breasts. Maybe it was that sense of dangerous excitement, a bit of almost "taboo" thrown in for spice. Major spice. God those tits, those hard fucking nipples. Gorgeous nipples, which she stood pul...
Back in the 70's, in that decade of post-Pill and pre-HIV, I was a first year grad student at Berkeley when I met a new assistant prof in the history department. Jed was a few years older than I was, and he was a real product of the 60's: a bushy bearded and somewhat stocky teddybear kind of a guy who loved his dope and loved the sexual freedoms that emerged...