Some stories from Kathy—Ron's wife, Steve's lover, Penny's best childhood friend. Many of the other characters involved here can be found in Steve's Handyman Memoir stories. These aren't really chapters, just random stories and thoughts. Sketches from and open marriage. ——————— Hi everybody. Kathy here. You know . . . Ronnie's nympho wife. That's probably...
Chapter Eleven Joshua swore as he turned for the sixth time that night, his tail hitting the night stand as his paws lost purchase on the silk bed sheets. Goddamn tradition. He thought, resting his head back on the pillow. Unlike most nights when he would normally sleep as a man, Oak River tradition proclaimed that during the mating moon all males shoul...
I packed quickly and efficiently taking enough clothes for a couple of days. Grabbed my Sig P228, my dog Jess and left. I stopped only once to let Jess out to go to the toilet and to gas up the truck. Jess was very nervous in the seat next to me. She was only a puppy but she could sense my stress about our possible impending doom. We arrived at Brian's beac...
Ronnie was coming over later. He'd been gone for a little over a week. That meant a good session of sex tonight, as long as he didn't get too drunk. She put her hands on her breasts, thinking of him touching them, fondling them, sucking on her nipples. She grabbed both her nipples and rolled them, as the familiar sensations started building below. Her righ...
"My husband says I should ask you if you have a big dick," Jenny giggled as she placed her phone on the bar and smiled at the well dresses black man seated beside her. He had been flirting with her in the dimly lit hotel bar for nearly two hours and he'd been undeterred when she mentioned that she was married. "Tell him it ain't small," he replied in a deep...
My wife of six years, Sharon, was a marvelous lover. We had had two children, who were, at the time of this story, ages five and four. She had regained much of her voluptuous, Reubenesque figure. Sex was fun. We tried new things. Even though I traveled perhaps five days out of each month, the days I was gone were rarely more than two at a time, so we had sev...
I think it was her tattoos that started the obsession for me. Of course, they were hidden under her conservative office outfits, for the most part, but those rare glimpses of the ink on her shoulder, her calves and -heaven help me- her cleavage, had a profound effect on me. I spent hours obsessing over the rare glimpses of artwork I'd seen on Samantha's body...
Note: Part 3 of the fantasy setting series. I was going to put the Druchii part before, but realized I wasn't actually feeling very inspired for that or the other races I had in mind. Maybe I'll feel differently later. For now, this is essentially done and I won't be coming back to it. ***** Going back to Vixens for the third time in as many days, I decid...
This moment was absolute perfection. She snuggled deeper into her boyfriends bare chest, her forehead pressed into his muscles and his arms protecting her in their warm embrace. A feeling which rightfully earned him the title of daddy. She still couldn't believe he was actually on board with the whole ddlg kink. Not only on board but eager. Eager to love he...
At the beginning of term in Oceanview U., California, my best friend Satomi told me she was planning to take an anthropology course. I went to the first few classes with her to see what it was like. It was kind of interesting. In one class, the prof talked about how anthropologists tell the difference between people from different parts of the world, using t...