Before you read this, keep in mind I am typing this as my fiancé and I do it! So if my typing isn't perfect, sorry! It's a little hard to think about grammar and punctuation when you're getting fucked! And if it's not in quotations, that's because it's my thoughts and not my words. This is incredibly difficult to type. As a challenge, my fiancé asked me to...
I was over Amanda’s place hanging out. We were just relaxing on the couch watching some TV. It was a warm fall day so she was wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a T-shirt. She was about 5’4 with nice size breasts. She had curly hair that she always clipped behind her head. Her legs looked silky smooth. She had no shoes on showing her cute feet. She was n...
(This story is true....it is not heavy into the pain/pleasure part of BDSM, although a very little is described; is more about the verbal effects a dominant can have on a submissive (a good starter story for those very new to the idea of the lifestyle or experimenting). Names have been changed to protect privacy.) * I had been having a hard time the past...
Last Thursday evening about 8PM, I received a call from Sharon of Real Estate fame. Are you too tired for some new action? Sharon laughed while asked, "What's going on tomorrow?" "Nothing that I know of" I answered. Sharon then said, "How about coming by about noon? There's someone I'd like you to meet!" Glynna Smith, the regional manager for our company re...
Last Saturday we visited my wife's sister and her husband. We spent the afternoon out sightseeing at some South Florida beach tourist areas. We brought food back to Lori's house and after dinner we sat around half way watching TV and talking. Janet developed a migraine headache and took some heavy painkillers and she began to drift off. By ten o'clock Frank...
THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE I never thought I would marry a preacher, but Betty was something special. She preached, ministered, pastor-ed and kicked ass for her church, and somehow was able to keep me satisfied in the sack, which after my divorce, was something I never thought I could say about any individual. But she convinced me it may be possible to be happ...
For a change of pace, I’m sitting on the couch in Wally’s living room. Usually, it’s Rowdy Hall or the Maidstone Arms or some other bar in East Hampton. I’m wearing the black dress with the bare back, high hem to show my best feature: long, pale, shapely legs. Reveals as much décolletage as I’ve got. The junior "Vogue" shape is less the point that my gamin...
Hey hey hey, how goes it you bunch of fucking perverts, gaping assholes, taint sniffers, jerkoffs, jizz guzzlers, pussy munchers, piss drinkers, hopeless romantics, total losers, happy boozers and jacuzzi users... Here's the deal. The gist as it were. A little background to get everyone up to speed. Let's call me Carol. I like Carol. It reminds me of Christ...
Sharing is Caring By Roderick Bottoms It was late late (or early early?) and the orderly suburban lights flanking the highway were all low as they passed in a soft blur. Monica's mom's vintage SUV moved along at a smooth, solid clip of about 70 mph as the four of them zoomed back to the city from a weekend long music festival. The car had a pleasant sent o...
At first she felt hurt. Crushed almost. She'd come home early to find her husband at home with another woman. She'd hoped to surprise him with a trip to the movies or something. They hadn't had much time together lately with her work schedule and him being out of town to attend an uncle's funeral. She'd crept up the stairs, with a growing sense of dread as...