First, a little about me. As I write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7...
Prologue Night was falling outside the snug little cottage on the edge of the forest. It brought with it an icy gale. The winds began to howl. On their wings they bore little flurries of snowflakes. "I must hurry home," said the man, pulling on his fur-lined leather boots. "I dislike the sound of that wind. A blizzard is coming, I'll wager." Although he...
Diana's face was now a shade of pink. "He definitely doesn't know how to propose to a woman" she thought. But her own insides twisted at the mere thought of marrying Superman. She couldn't exactly say she loved Clark but she could easily think of spending her whole life with a man like him. They knew all there was to know about each other. She said "Yes". T...
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[ Any names, events, references or characters belong to their original owner, I suppose to the creators of the video game Dante's Inferno and Dante, considering he's the one that wrote the poem. This is a story branched off of the video game Dante's Inferno, and I don't claim ANY of the characters from it, it belongs to the amazing creators of that game! Th...
Emily hadn't been expecting this. She had expected a small area for free weights, perhaps a bench or two, but nothing like the five squat racks complete with Olympic lifting platforms, several stations for bench pressing and a section for free weights with weights from the smallest of two pounds all the way to two hundred pounds. She stared at the massive...
Midlife When I was in my 30's I didn't understand "midlife crisis." I thought it was some joke, some bit on TV sitcoms and in movies. But now I know. Now I understand. I turned 43 just after the new millenia. My cock is overshadowed completely by my expansive gut. My hairline is receding. My eyesight is getting worse. My joints ache. I've had two...
Hi there, my name is Damien and I want to tell you a story. It’s a pretty shitty story at that so bear with me. I am in a unique situation, but I’ll let the story fill you in the details. Here we go…….. Prelude Spending 60 days in country on my first time with Zero Section of the CIA’s SOG section and surprisingly it was boring. Composed mostly of watching,...
Monday, July 3rd: Afternoon It was just after noon, and everyone was lounging around the pool. Laura and Wilson were engaged in shop talk, to the disgust of Adele, who insisted that Quentin share her chaise lounge, and her hand was under his skirt the minute he laid down. Evelyn was listening intently to Laura and Wilson, leaving Scott alone with his though...
Standard disclaimer—this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental. * "This is she." The call had come in as soon as Gwen had returned to her desk, fresh from an orgasm at the hands and lips of Natalie, followed b...