This story is based loosely on some real experiences and is mixed with a healthy dose of my kinky and perverse imagination. What is included is a lot of bisexual FF – a little MM, MF. There is punishment, spanking, exhibitionism, wrestling, groups and a little incest. It is primarily a fantasy. Do not try this at home – and always be safe. Also, all of the c...
The Adventures of Abi This story is based loosely on some real experiences and is mixed with a healthy dose of my kinky and perverse imagination. What is included is a lot of bisexual FF – a little MM, MF. There is punishment, spanking, exhibitionism, wrestling, groups and a little incest. It is primarily a fantasy. Do not try this at home – and always be s...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. * Chapter 11: Wet and Dry With Debbie As I drove to work Monday morning I thought about what was happening. Since that first night in September my entire world seemed to be centred on the seduction of women...
(This is a continuation of a series and will make a lot more sense if you read the previous chapters.) * Hank drove towards Sarah's apartment. He knew what part of town it was in but he would have to search a little for the exact address. Hank didn't hang out in the lily-white part of town too often. He adjusted the rear view mirror so he could see what wa...
I have to give due credit to my editor Cheer_Smartie526, she made the story much better. This is the second story with these characters, reading the first one isn't really needed, the plot is not very complicated. * Carl knocked twice on the door of Daniel's house, or more specifically his parent's house. It had been two weeks since Daniel's sister had fu...
It was three days before I saw Marge again. It was a Friday night and I was out on the dance floor with Betsy when Marge and Susan came in. They sat down in a booth and as soon as the song ended I walked Betsy back to the table and then headed for the booth where Marge and Susan were sitting. As I walked up Marge slid over and patted the spot next to her. I...
The doorbell rang, as Melissa knew it would, just as she stepped into the shower, her fingers on the temperature dial. It was almost as if they had some camera in her house allowing them to choose the most inappropriate and intrusive second to bother her. For a moment, just a moment, Melissa hesitated. She could ignore them, as most people did. But why shoul...
Kristi and I own what we like to call a mini farm, 30 acres. We really enjoy the privacy, but yet we are close enough to have a great group of neighbors. It provides the perfect mixture of rural living, the suburbs, and close proximity to the city. With any house and especially one with a few acres, there are certain things that have to done prior to each se...
September, 1916 Paris, France It was a Monday, when my life took a significant turn. I had completed my morning exercise at the embassy and had arrived in my office when I was summoned to Mr. Stark's office for what was described as an urgent meeting. This in itself was not unusual, as I spent almost half my time in the ambassador's company, discussing e...
"Why can't I get just one fuck? Why can't I get just one fuck? I guess it's got somethin' to do with luck, but I've waited my whole life for this day!" It was 1990, in the middle of a conversation with my friend Cyndi about my prospects at the upcoming winter semi-formal, I spontaneously recited the words of the Violent Femmes' forbidden anthem, "Add It Up....