Part 1. The three girls performing soccer practice appeared to be having a lot of fun. I stopped to watch as I walked home from the corner store. A well-built brunette with long straight hair in a ponytail, and a leggy dark-haired girl easily ran across the field with the ball. The goalie was a slender, small-breasted blonde with a ponytail and a salacious...
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Introduction from the author The story you see below is a continuation of "The Lingerie Incident" some of you may have read. Although I think it can stand on its own I recommend that if you haven't read the previous chapter, to please do so before continuing on, as it sets the stage for the events in this chapter. It seems the adventures with Kristen aren't...
My name's Chip Campanelli. I'm a retired repair shop supervisor for a major airline. My wife and I invested wisely (her wisdom, my income) and by the time we were 49 years old, I was eligible for a 30 year pension and we had investments worth 2.8 million dollars. Our happy retirement lasted all of eight months before she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer....
A Note to the Reader: although the following scenario is fictitious, it is based on a fantasy shared by myself and my beautiful girlfriend, who I also have the honour to call 'Mistress.' Once again, I must begin by thanking Aubrey for allowing me to immortalise our relationship in this way, but must emphasise that all other characters besides ourselves are e...
“I had to cut one of the buttons off,” Wendy said. She turned to display the dress she had worn the previous Friday night when we had frolicked on the laundry appliances. I inspected the dress as this was the first time I had seen it in the light. It had obviously been laundered. It was remarkably similar to the dress I had described. The material and colo...
The ad on the Internet site seemed innocent enough Hi, Are you a cruel, dominant, sadist with a totally perverted mind? If so, I need to serve you. This is simple enough; no bullshit. Use me as an object. For you, sex is just a way for you to blow your wad and I am just the means to that end. Tie me up, beat me, sodomize me, I don't care. Let's face it,...
I dialed the telephone number on a lark. I really didn't expect anything to come of my call but I was pleasantly surprised to hear the recorded message announce that "single men were very welcome" at the famous swinger's club in Las Vegas. Instantly, I decided to take advantage of the situation. After all, I reasoned, it was my last night in Vegas. I had bee...
(It is recommended that you view the previous chapters before reading on. These stories deal with several areas of sexuality that some may find uncomfortable in a bad way. If you wish to read on you do so at your own risk. All characters portrayed in these stories are completely fictional and only exist in my mind and those of my readers.) * It was around...
This story is based on actual events, hence the somewhat unusual introduction. Some minor things have been changed in the name of literary freedom, as have the names of the people involved to protect the guilty. ----------------- My name is Colin and I'm 23 years old. I was never a real jock as I grew up. I was taller and more broad-shouldered than my frie...