My wife never did mind me going to strip clubs whenever I felt like it. She actually would tell me to go. One day I asked her why? She said that when I come back home, I really put a good pounding to her. I told her that the reason why is because I always imagine her dancing on the stage and doing private dances with guys in the back rooms of the strip cl...
I can almost feel the fucking seconds ticking by on the clock, glancing up at it on the wall; reminding myself I need to escape. I've wasted too much time fucking around sucking Steve's and Craig's cock; waiting for an opportune time to make my move. With just under thirty minutes to make it outta the Hades Tower before there's a huge gaping hole left in its...
Working against the clock, I quickly remove the vent covering the ventilation duct and hoist myself up into it. With the Hades Tower built entirely underground, it needs a huge network system for ventilation. It's compact, but navigable with my smaller, effeminate, body frame. "Rhonda was right, the clock is ticking." I remind myself crawling through the ma...
Years ago, we lived in a rather small, tight-knit community. Half the town seemed to be related by blood. The townspeople were very ethnic and prided themselves on their Eastern European heritage. Parties, dancing, and lots of drinking are part of that heritage. Jean and I are social drinkers; we enjoy the light buzz alcohol provides us, but each of us rarel...
This is a continuation of a prior event that happened to me… My wife was extremely turned on by our latest escapade. She thoroughly enjoyed my embarrassment and predicament of being naked around her girlfriends, their shaving of me, and the money shot. Not much was said after that Saturday evening. Sunday morning was started with a wolf whistle as I march...
Author's note: This is a continuing story, please read the first chapters before this one, otherwise you'll be confused. Once again each chapter will have at least one sexual scene, but there's more to this story than simply sex and I feel better about the story if I include everything. Thank you for reading, comments appreciated. Chapter 3: New Revelations...
A MILF Fantasy (A Sequel to Happy Birthday) Kim arrived home after a long day showing houses. It was Friday and she was looking forward to the weekend. She removed her forest green jacket as she climbed the stairs to her room. She stepped out of her low heeled pumps, unzipped her knee length skirt and tossed it and her jacket onto her king sized bed. Kim u...
It all happened on a brisk September Friday that I at first thought was going to be another day in my anorexic solitude. But I guess even in the Finnish autumn weather, pessimism reaches sometimes its limits. It was the third day of my liquid fast, and I had felt somehow a bit dizzy right from the morning. Anyhow, I also knew that I had lost weight. After...
James Monroe lay in bed, thinking. He was thinking about how crazy his life had gotten. He was in a townhouse in 63rd and Madison. A place of wealth. It was actually a top secret base of operations. The Project, they called it. The men and women the government employed in its top secret work. James Monroe lay there. Once, he had a normal life. He was sixty...
I was lying kneeling across the bed wearing my wife's mini skirt, bra, and crutchless panties with a transvestite behind me fucking my arsehole when all of a sudden my wife entered the bedroom, looking aghast and shocked. I thought that she was staying with a girlfriend overnight. "You pervert!" she cried. My wife was a very straight laced woman- too straig...