This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the name...
The phone rang. It was 3 AM on Thursday. The boy awoke and fumbled around for it. It was someplace under his hoodie by his desk. He found it and answered it, half rolling away from his sleeping roommate in his bunk so as not to wake him. "Mmnnn Hello?" "Hello Vic! How is my nice hunk of Vanilla dick?" It was Wendy. She was horny, excited, and on the phone...
Huge thank you to Spector Dugan for not only publishing incredibly sexy stories that honestly inspired me to put these thoughts down on paper but who spent countless hours and few days going through my very first story with a fine tooth comb and not pulling any punches through the draft. **** Every year when the weather would start to break Mr. Sanders,...
Chapter 1: I drummed my fingers on the table, staring at the pencil that was scratching away at the paper. The pencil was moving so fast that I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if the sheet of binder paper burst into flames right before my eyes. Utterly bored out of my mind, I pressed the home button on my Samsung S6, staring at the clock. 7:28....
I've finally made it to Chapter 5! Just a few comments first. While Chapter 4 had a quieter and more sensuous tone to it, here I try to have tone similar to Chapter 3. The tone is louder and rowdier, although I think not as much so as Chapter 3. There are also multiple occasions where Ashley is pushed into orgasm instead of just one buildup. Next, I tried to...
CHAPTER 1: Never Alone Gentle fingers caressing her forearm lift her out of a deep sleep. A hot exhale on her neck plunges her into wakefulness. The dim green glow of her alarm clock informs her that it is just after three, but it does not provide enough light to see by. The feeling of being watched is strong, making the hair on the back of her neck stand a...
This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...
Light rain had been drifting down from the heavens all morning. The dark, foreboding rain clouds above might actually be smoke, and the drizzle falling to the earth could be spurting from an emergency sprinkling system which had been set off due to it. However, the only trace of fire in the Green Hills Cemetery resided in Penelope Baker's heart, which had be...
Opening a library book gives me a hard-on. I slip my finger between the pages, tight with weight, and feel the cool texture of the printed page as I gently pull apart the crease and smell the musky smell of a well thumbed volume. The hope is always that there will be something erotic within, some fantasy, or story, real or imagined, of beautiful people drenc...
Lying in the trunk of the car, Cheetah had the usual butterflies in her stomach before a match, but she was confident. She ran her hands over her nude body. The muscles were firm and taut. At 28 years old, She had never been in this good of shape in her life. She felt confident in her training also. The one thing that did give her reason for concern was th...