It all started out innocent enough...here I was laying in bed next to my wife on this cold winters night, just two nights before Christmas. We had arrived on time to her parent’s house with nothing unusual happening on the way. It had been a pretty dull night and with her parents having gone to bed the two of us and her younger sister had decided to get comf...
This story is a continuation of my sexual adventures with Lynne. It follows on from my earlier story "Lynne becomes my slut". The story so far. My ex-girlfriend Lynne had got in touch with me and begged to get back together with me. Being desperate she had offered to do anything I wanted. The promise of gaining a willing sex slave had proved too great a tem...
She dips her feet into the warm water, leaning over to adjust the temperature. Pulling off her work blouse she drops it onto the tiles looking in the mirror. A pretty 20 year old stares back, eyes tired from her long day at work, she tugs her hair from the tight bun, allowing the ebony hair to fall loosely around her shoulders. Turning to the bath, Isabell...
I teach night school at our local Community College for extra income. One of my students, June, is very intelligent, but has had a very difficult life so far. I took a special interest in June, and in an attempt to assist her in realizing her potential, I asked her to write a story about something important that has happened in her life and has contributed t...
I am a pool slut. I don’t mean the kind of pool you swim in, but the kind of pool associated with smooth felt, leather pockets, balls and cues — and the men usually attached to those cues. You wouldn’t expect a girl raised in an affluent neighborhood to frequent seedy bars. I do, because I have been addicted to the game since my father, who I stayed with d...
It was one of our special weekends, the first in fact. We are a couple that appreciates many things together, romance, an unbreakable bond, trust and an appreciation for the joy of life together. This weekend was the culmination of our growing closer and sharing our intimate fantasies with each other. In our first beautiful year together, we had found that...
(To the reader: This continuation of the story is told in the same style as the original installment. It was necessary in order to maintain the story line itself. PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.) * The next morning I'm downstairs... in the big conference room... where the company has provided a spr...
My name is Helga and I live in a big old house in Texarkana. I've been a widow for a number of years now, but maybe one of these days I'll find a new man. After all, I'm only 45, blond, busty and still very attractive. Working out regularly has kept me fit as a fiddle. Men still give me the eye, as I have a pretty face in addition to my voluptuous figure. T...
It was a great day for Matt. He had nailed his presentation at work, gotten out of the office early, and found a great deal on gas, to boot. The spring in his step followed him all the way from the office, to the gas station, and was clearly there when he pulled into his driveway and into the garage. The second he walked into his house, all those great feeli...
It was late in the afternoon and it was hot. On a day like this you want to be sitting somewhere in the shade, a cold drink in your hand and in the company of good friends. What you don't want to be doing is walking in the blistering heat home, having already walked three miles and knowing it's another 6 before you get home. And that's what Carly was doing h...