** Mid-week, early evening ** I was finally on my way home. I finished the day at the office and my boss and I tossed back a few while we talked about how the jobs were going and such. Mark's a hell of a nice guy and he's taught me a lot, but I could tell he was getting tired of the business for the last couple of years. Between insurance, lawyers and all t...
A Dedication and Description: To my wife, mrssecondsamuel who requested I write her a story involving bisexuality, cuckolding, and pet play for Valentine's Day. This is a Valentine's Contest Piece, so please vote! Author's note: I am recovering from repeated surgeries on both arms to correct a degenerative nerve condition. To write this, I use voice to text...
They burst into the room with an urgency that only excessive alcohol could provide. The two girls were out of their skimpy clothes in seconds and wasted no time in ripping off the man's. They quickly pushed him on his back on the bed, and the blonde had his cock halfway in her mouth before his head even hit the pillow. The brunette went to work on the blonde...
It has been a wonderfully enlightening and unexpected journey with Daphne. I hope you all have enjoyed the trip as much as I did writing it. The story has come to come to an end at some point, though. So everyone off the kinky train for this group. Thank you for your loyal readership! - SSW *** Another tear slid from the corner of my eye and over my heated...
Part One Trust me when I tell you I don't normally check the wedding announcements. I hate weddings. Ever since I was a page boy at my aunt's wedding, when my mother made me wear a pale blue tuxedo. I was six, for God's sake. She said I looked so cute. Aunts and Uncles oohed and aahed at me as I walked down the aisle with the rings on a little satin pillow...
Chapter 13 On Friday David phoned Alex. "D'you fancy coming round for some beer at home? Celia is out on the town, so I'm housebound." There was a moment's pause before Alex replied. "Sorry old son, I'm out on a date. How about Saturday at the pub?" "That would be good, but if you came to mine instead, Celia would be there and the three of us could have...
I'd like to start off by saying thank you for your patience. What with the holidays and work I've been having a hard time working on this story. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. I've had a long standing love of Irish lasses. Their eyes, complexion, smiles have always warmed my heart, and a few have broken it. Constructive critic...
"Mom? I was thinking about going to the fair this Saturday." "You know what? That sounds like fun! What time did you want to go?" Her daughter hesitated then said, "By myself." "What? Honey, no. We...we always go together. We've gone every year since you were born. It's a mother-daughter event. And when Daddy was alive, he went with us," she reminded her...
Justine: FIRST BONDAGE * ONE Justine paused at the door of the shingled Berkeley house--built in the twenties, probably; mature pine trees, slightly unkempt landscaping like all the others on this residential block--ordinary, charmingly seedy. So why was she standing here, sweating slightly, so reluctant to ring the doorbell? Twenty nine, an associate pro...
I hated the concept of 'friends with benefits' – not the movie of course, that was a delight and still a favourite Rom-Com of mine, there's a copy on my shelf as I write this. No, I had a problem with the concept of the 'Fuck buddy', the casual screw that you could call upon when necessary and I really thought that sort of thing was just the tiniest bit......