© 2011 by DonnerBBQ. All rights reserved. The following is another Kim story. You don't need to read the previous stories about Kim to follow this one. However, if mere hints of indiscretion by a married woman upset you, this story is probably not for you. As always, feedback is welcome. This is another story about my 24-year-old wife Kim. I don't know if...
By the time I awoke in the morning, I was by myself—Sandy off to her office to get ready for her afternoon flight to London, and Rachel off to open the bookstore. I wasn't scheduled to work at the bookstore that day, so I felt a little at loose ends as I sat in my bathrobe at our kitchen table drinking coffee and letting the prior day's events replay thems...
Steve drove Valerie from Joel's. Tits out of course showing all who looked her new piercings, when Steve's hand wasn't in the way that is as he played with them. "Dam you are looking fine whore with those adorning your fucking tits," he said as he flicked then up and down causing Valerie to wince as they still hurt. "But god, You and Mary oh my god watching...
Chapter 2: Afternoon Delight The call comes in the late morning, while I'm sitting at my desk. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop fantasising about us, together." I try to act casual—your husband is just in the next cubical, and I know that he can hear me when I'm speaking on the phone. "I see," is my attempt at a non-committal reply. "Is the...
Anne awoke early the next morning. Her dreams had been beyond pleasant. She thought a about her time with Michael Wilson and about Jack Meadows. Anne realized that she would soon be free to explore life with one or both of these men. The only thing she would ever have to thank Charlie for in the future was for giving her two wonderful children. The thought...
My learning was about to begin. I'd followed my daughter, Harper, to a house and found her acting like a total whore for a black man with a massive penis. Now she was being licked to what seemed like a continuous orgasm by a girl, while I'd been caught spying by two other girls and brought before the black man who seemed to be the center of everything. He kn...
I use this journal now to document my explorations into the erotic. This is part III of my travelogue, as I continue to shed my chains and open myself to the delights of the flesh. – Erica H. Journal Entry – 9/23/02 A week passed, and then another. No indication that my husband had yet discovered the pictures I had left on the computer, pictures of his wif...
Thank you to all those people who have taken the time and trouble to send me feedback, most of which has been positive. I have received some negative feedback and to those people I ask why do you read these stories if you don’t like the topic? Please see chapters 1 & 2 Brief summary: Marie had been to the party met Michael and spent the night with him sub...
Mary Cassidy was forty when she met the Reverend Joseph Drummond. He was a fine African male tall, well muscled, and with an obviously fat package buried inside his custom trousers. He was also unmarried and since his newest church did not supply him a rectory, he was looking for a home. Mary was the best white real estate agent in town. There was a time wh...
I WAS SITTING OUTSIDE THE PUB HAVING AN AFTER WORK drink with my friend Jack when a tall, thin, half caste, yuppie looking guy sat down with us. I gathered he knew Jack slightly and had decided , uninvited to join us. It was a pleasant day, the sun was shining and I felt that all was right in the worls. All that was about to change. Jack had got to his feet...