As parties go, it was a good one. Lots of people, some I knew, most I didn't. It was put on by Jason and his wife Heather; they owned a thriving retail chain which no doubt paid for their sensational house. It was four levels high, and had enough rooms to get lost in. Downstairs was for entertaining, a huge BBQ area close to a swimming pool big enough to flo...
The story is a continuation of "Could a Dream become Reality?" which explored the tentative steps made by Greg and Angela towards their first swinging experience. ***** "I love you." These words bubbling from my mouth seemed so inadequate; however I habitually used them far more often since our first swinging experience. A cynic might suggest that I was...
I'm Caroline and was raised to be the best in everything I do. My mother and father were complete opposites and divorced when I was eight years old. Mom, was a District Attorney and my father was a free lance writer. How they got together I'll never know. My mother just said that they were opposites and she must have had a lapse in judgment. My father was o...
I didn't feel like myself when I woke up. I felt, strange. I looked around but I couldn't see anything or focus. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. I began to panic. "Zylen! Zylen!" I screamed. Nothing. I was alone. "Zyana! Zyana!" I cried. An odd, three-dimensional image of Zyana appeared that was fuzzy and oddly colored. "What is it Phoebe?" There...
The impossible blue Montana sky arched over the rolling hills. I'd gone there for the summer along with my brother and his wife. They planned on staying on after the summer, but I had to get back to school. I had jeopardized my deferment by dropping out of college that spring. Yes, this was back in the dark days of The Draft. In the late sixties, when this...
WARNING DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY RELIGIOUS OR TAKE OFFENCE AT ADULT STORIES THAT DEPICT RELIGOUS CHARACTERS . * I arrived home after my week at the farm exhausted. It didn't seem to matter how much sex we had the guys, and even dah, just never got tired. They put it down to a receptive woman, I think it had more to do with the clean ai...
Sometimes, a man just has to start over. He's cruising along, enjoying life, and suddenly he's face down in the mud. That kind of thing changes a guy. If he's lucky, things turn out for the best. * * * * * Frank, the division manager, called me into his office. He and I had gotten fairly close over the years. My wife, Julia, and I had gone out to dinner wi...
This is a follow-up to my original story, "The Night I Shared my Wife." It's not necessary to read that one to understand this one. But you might want to in order to get background and explain the references I make to that night. Thank you very much to Whoredinarygirl and Nickitaylor for their outstanding help in editing this story! ***** Jan 1, 2014, a n...
I wrote a story with average looking people in it, with average penises and average breasts. It got horrible reviews. Not to worry, however. This little tale features a handsome man with a giant dick and a beautiful woman with big, firm thrusting breasts. If that's not going to work for you, you should probably just click the back button now. *** You...
Nigel Pickering was an average middle class English lad. At the age of 19, he had opted to take a "gap year" between leaving school and going up to Oxford to study Law as his father had done, but was none too sure about what to do. His parents, who were, after all, being invited to fund the apparent continuation of Nigel's dependency on them for some time, w...