L'Ecole Pour Des Femmes This story is fictional and the names of people, organizations, businesses, etc. have no basis in reality and any resemblance to any real person or business is purely coincidental. If group sex bothers you then I suggest you read another story. I also recommend to those interested in group sex and swinging reading my other stories o...
Alexander Morden is waiting. He has been told to wait, so he is waiting. That's his task, right now. His function. His raison d'etre. Plip! A bluebottle lands on his left breast. He feels it walk a delicate zigzag down his torso, across his belly towards his groin. He knows he could shake the little beast off with a twitch of his (admittedly not too well-d...
2 – Carina It was an extremely hot summer. I have never liked the heat, but since I was living with Karin I started finding something positive about it: my lovely wife-to-be was wearing all the briefest cloths in her inventory, including a few short dresses I bought her recently, which kept my sexual drive really high. Karin used to say the physically, my...
This is the second part in the sexual biography of my wife, Charna. The first part, "Teen Charna, My Bride to Be," described how we met in an adult book store. When we married shortly afterwards, she was 18 and I was 30. This is the story of our honeymoon in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. The successors to this part of our sex life describe an escalating willin...
After spending the day training a group of engineers and staff up in Holbrook the other day, I met a few for drinks at a local lounge. The place started to fill up with a mixture of people. Some seemed to know one another and others just seemed to fit in. A few people came over to the table and the two men got up and shook hands, there was no introducing me...
Standing alone on a darkened porch in a town far from home, dressed to the nines as she knocked on a door of what looked to be a lifeless house, the only thing from her past that Jacqueline Montero could liken her present circumstance to was 30 years earlier when she'd been a small child out on Halloween, trick-or-treating. While there was no pumpkin shaped...
This novelette is coming about because my wife reads these types of stories. She buys them on Amazon, and I know about them because I then get "recommended reading for me" from Amazon, with similar themes. My wife is a totally rational human being who would never, ever, in a million years, enjoy the reality, but loves the fantasy. We've played a little with...
Meanwhile, across town, Tom and Nancy Owens were sitting down to their breakfast. "You have a meeting with the ladies this afternoon, don't you?" Nancy Owens asked her husband as they sat together in their favorite trendy morning coffee shop they breakfasted in each morning. "Yeah," Tom said. "I don't usually attend, but Karen told me that there was some b...
(NOTE: this is a story based loosely on the Futanari archetype, without, hopefully, the grotesqueness and general story lines usually associated with this type.) I recently went to Japan, and being an American of mixed ancestry (half Romanian, half Japanese) I found it a little difficult to adapt. Well, at first at least. I decided I wanted to stay a li...
My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday at Cap d'Agde in the south of France. Cap d'Agde is a big resort on the Mediterranean and has four main areas, each with a different atmosphere. We went to the area for nudists, which is basically a seaside village where everyone's naked. Before we went there, we knew that the village attracts swingers from all ov...