Libby arrived at her rented city loft and breathed deep of the herbs and other scents that only a witch would be able to identify. She poured herself a glass of Clos Du Mesnil and popped a Mazzy Star disc on. Libby danced and swayed around the large room, collecting items from shelves as she circled. She placed her ingredients and the contents of the shoe...
The advertisement intrigued me. I was not looking for an involvement of the sort that eventuated but I thought what the hell and replied. I should recap. I'm a middle-aged man living alone after a long and unhappy relationship with a woman who was more interested in money than anything else including my or our happiness. I'm not bitter. I'm simply delighte...
"Look, Henry, all I was saying was, we are playing two characters who are deeply in love and they have a very hot sex scene in the second act, so we need to be convincing lovers for the audience." "I know all that, Audrey," Henry said, "I've read the manuscript, twice, and my part through twice more since we were selected for the roles." "It's a big part f...
*WARNING -- PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word...
Libby and Anna spent hours researching their mother's books, pouring over their fragile parchment and fading calligraphy. Her collection of paraphernalia and odds and sods was absolutely mind boggling but thankfully well organized and cataloged. They'd gathered everything Libby would require and she was keen to begin. Anna kissed her goodnight and left her a...
It was Thursday afternoon and I had just got off work. I was on my way to the 59th Street Bar and Grill. My name is Libby Overstreet. I am a married 44 year old mother of two, a CPA, and a well respected member of my profession. My husband Vince is a corporate attorney. His specialty is corporate liability. He is quite good at what he does. I am meeting my...
The house was warm, we had privacy so felt no need to dress again. Ally wore a cheeky grin as we made drinks and a snack. She took to caressing my bottom at every opportunity, explaining. "It's nice to see a man who doesn't have a hang up about being nude. Men seem to think that women don't have an interest in seeing their lover naked. They do and I'm lovin...
Part one; Learning to Share My teenage and early twenties had seen my overloaded sex hormones go wild. I was a randy sod who wanked as often as I could, fucked when I had the chance and was always game for anything. On holiday with some friends to Ibiza, I was the one who shagged most nights, I was the one who let a transvestite suck me off in front of my m...
Dear Readers, This is the first of a series I will be writing featuring the true sexploits and fantasies of the couple featured here. They have their own liberal 'lifestyle' which they love and adamantly refuse to be judged by anyone as they follow their chosen path. 'Libby' is the sexiest, loveliest girl I have spoken to for years. She knows exactly what...
They call it Picnic Rock, so named because generations ago, it was the hot spot to cool down for city dwellers that came to the beach where the rock was in the tiny village on the coast for its beautiful scenery and cooling waters and breeze. It retained the name and though not as popular as it once was for actual picnics, it was a magnificent outcropping...