This is a follow up to our previous story (Nikki's first MFM threesome) and is, again, based on a real experience which turned out to be one of the most sensual, fulfilling nights of our life. A little poetic license was taken with some of the details but what you'll read is pretty much as it happened. It can be read as a stand alone story but if you would...
In 1959 Brian Macklin was in his mid forties and was making just enough money to get along; his dreams of affluence were ruined when his marriage failed. He used to be a sales executive for an affluent London based firm but all of that came to an end when his wife left him; his father-in-law owned the firm where he worked; say no more. To make matters worse...
Many thanks to Todger65 for editing! ***** Isonei was alone and freezing when she woke. Her mouth was dry again, but she could see the teapot still sitting on the table. Gingerly, she rose from the bed, feeling a little dizzy, and made her way to the table sinking into a chair. The teapot was cold and very heavy but she managed to pour some into one of t...
It's about 10 AM and the doorbell rings. "Probably just a delivery, I'll get it in a minute." But it rings again, so I leave my office at the back of the house to see who's at the door. As I come down the hallway I can see it's Jada, the 18 year old black girl from next door. (I know she's 18 because her birthday is exactly a month before mine, and we've bee...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Part I - The Beach My wife, Sandra, was attending a Real Estate seminar and I had been alone since the previous afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself, because it was my birthday and I was all alone in the big old house. I was wondering how to pass time on this long, lonely Sunday when our friend Erica phoned and invited me to the beach. Sandra and Erica...
**.** I was thirsty but there was no beer in the crappy one-bedroom apartment I was living in. Checking my wallet showed me I had twelve dollars left; just enough for two twelve packs of Dixie, the only beer I'll drink. Normally, I would have reminded myself that there was also no food in my apartment But since I wouldn't be picking up Rose and Iris, my tw...
Intro: Last year my wife Michelle and I went to the Gold Coast of Australia for a long weekend to meet Rick, who was touring the East Coast. Rick was a very close friend many years ago when we all lived in the same city; we had not met for over twenty years. Apart from the chance to catch up again, this trip was going to be all about reliving our sexual adv...
The following story is my maiden voyage, my virgin attempt, if you will. This being the case, I strongly desire the input of those who like the offering and those who wish to offer constructive criticism. Here again, if you're going to critique my offering, I'm a virgin after a fashion. So be gentle. I love to write and I want to get better at it, so please...
All right, you caught me. This story was my tribute to DQS, for all his great work. I did a story called 'The Cost', influenced by Ohio, and its' had over sixty thousand views, my best effort so far. I figured if it worked once, maybe it would again. As for DQS and HDK praising my writing, it's like Bruce Springsteen and Bob Dylan saying the boy can carry...