Read Chapter 01 in advance for background on this one. All characters are at least 18 years old. I'd been divorced for almost two years from my former wife who'd taken our real estate holdings when we'd split. For a place to live I'd bought a lakeside cabin from what was left of my deceased mother's estate in the California mountains near Lake Tahoe and tak...
Martin rang the doorbell, then bounced up and down on his heels, expending a little nervous pre-show energy. "Hey man," said a photographer's assistant he recognized, a shaggy dude named Denny or Danny or something, as he opened the door. "Come on in. Nice place, huh?" It was nice, but they didn't make ugly houses in Malibu, just like they didn't make ugly...
Common sense, and eventually our own experience, tell us that even when we have become adults our parents are probably still having sex. Yet it remains uncomfortable to confront; on the whole we prefer not to think about it. That was certainly true in my case - until the day I came upon the clearest possible evidence of my mother’s very active sexual existen...
TWO CAN PLAY - CHAPTER 4 When it was time for Steve to return to Saudi Arabia Rachel suggested a small dinner party to mourn his departure. For the occasion she wore the same dress as on the evening she picked up Matt Hudson. By contrast, Carol chose an attractive, but unrevealing, high necked, long skirted brocade. As a consequence, it was Rachel who d...
Cinna adjusted the white blouse again, tying it a little higher under her breasts, and made sure the buttons were open far enough to show that she wasn't wearing a bra. Tugging at the short skirt, smoothing it over her thighs, feeling the little tingle of anticipation in her pussy. She could already feel the dampness along the white panties, as she stepped i...
Dear Reader: This is the beginning of a series of stories I plan to share. They are largely autobiographical, with adjustments for identity and continuity. The theme, which develops slowly (because that's how it happened) is primarily BDSM. If this isn't your preference, I would respectfully suggest that you might not want to read beyond the first two storie...
Anita was up early. She didn't have to be at work until late afternoon, but she wanted to get some shopping done downtown. By getting an early start she wouldn't have to rush, and could take her time browsing and just generally relaxing. She was dressed very casually in jeans and a modest jersey. She could change later for work with the clothes she had pac...
Mailgirl Number Thirteen stunk of sweat and pussy as she bounded up the stairs towards the 18th Floor. If she were to be called upon for an inspection, she'd most likely fail, and be sent back down to the Mailgirls Locker Room on the 2nd Floor for a shower, a reapplication of deodorant from the mailgirls' communal stash, and a quick mist of cheap, floral-sce...
Christina had this fantasy for years about being gang-banged on Halloween by a Satanic cult. She wasn't sure exactly how or why she started having this fantasy, but she was attracted to the darker side of life, although her life was anything but dark. Christina was a librarian at the library in her hometown. She was about to turn 30 and lived alone with her...
All of the participants of this are of legal age. This is for those that enjoy the DD/lg stories and life. The next morning I woke up hoping I didn't dream about yesterday. It had been three years since I felt that way about anyone. Sarah made me feel younger just by being near her. I got up, fixed Jack's breakfast, started the coffee and prepared lunch fo...