"You're going to a what?" I asked, not sure if I'd heard correctly. "A 'Passion Soiree'". It's a sex toy workshop, where a group of women get together at someone's house and an "Educator" teaches about different toys and sex topics. A friend of Susan's invited me this Friday and I thought it sounded like fun". Sex toys and other enhancements were nothing r...
Common sense, and eventually our own experience, tell us that even when we have become adults our parents are probably still having sex. Yet it remains uncomfortable to confront; on the whole we prefer not to think about it. That was certainly true in my case - until the day I came upon the clearest possible evidence of my mother’s very active sexual existen...
For Maria, who was kind enough to express appreciation of my stories... Touching up her lipstick an attractive woman of 'a certain age' pouts at the mirror. As well she might, Judith is in trouble, again. She twirls around the bedroom, not out of vanity - well maybe just a bit - to check her appearance; Hmm, not bad. A Pilates-trim figure and good legs; h...
Executive Decisions is a series of short stories. They can be read individually or one after another starting with The Meeting, then Working Dinner and this one. Going Up? is dedicated to a special friend. Thanks to all of my friends for helping me with this story. I hope you enjoy them and feel free to send me any and all comments or suggestions you may hav...
This is a prequel to the story where my wife gets a pimp. It documents the fantasy play that my wife and I engaged in as she moved closer and closer to her ultimate fantasy of being a street whore. I was sitting in my car watching my wife walk down the street swaying her ass from side to side. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans shorts that were two siz...
"Good morning, Master," Robin whispered as she kissed his lips. Joe moaned deep as Robin's fingertips grazed the base of his cock as she slowly dragged them up his hardening shaft. "Morning, my pet," Joe greeted her, adding without any hesitation, "Robin, I want you close to me from now on. You will move all your things in here today. I want you here with...
Due to our jobs neither of us can take the risk of doing anything other than strictly conforming to social norms near our hometown, where coworkers and clients might recognize us and pass judgement. Both of us find that hypocritical considering observed questionable behavior by those same "others". Consequently we travel extensively during vacations. While t...
Bored, Sasha sat on her bed, staring at her cell phone. She was reading and re writing her text, debating who she actually wanted to hang out with for the night. She had the text written. S: Hey hun what're you doing tonight? Cum over and have some drinks : p Scrolling through her phone book, she stopped on one name. Jon Y. She hadn't seen him in a long...
This is an INTERRACIAL SEX STORY! If you have a problem with that, read something else. It's not my fault if the caretaker is black and the young wife is white. It's not my fault if he is hung like a horse. It takes two hands to handle a whopper. It's certainly not my fault, if you're reading these stories while jacking off your little weiner with two finger...
The next night was the Grammys. J Lo had me drive her and Janet there and stay outside. I waited on them and finally after the show was over and they came out. There was a third woman with them this time as Mariah Carey was with them. I opened the door of the limo and they all three got in. I closed the door behind them and got in front. J Lo gave me a set...