Hi, there. My name is Lucia Mendel Shanks. I'm a slender, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Welcome to my world. Recently, I found myself filled with dread about the state of the world. I simply didn't like the way it was starting to treat me and all others like me. I felt like we were under assault from all...
A hot summer night at the beach-side blues club This an an account of one time my wife and I went to the beach-side blues club and never got to see the show. There was a blues club that was a known swingers hangout not far from where we lived. I am sure most people went there to drink and watch the blues bands too, but that was not why we were there. We we...
I saw this on a picture on Tumblr, a party scene with a beautiful brunette in an evening gown, holding a blonde tight. Below the image, there was a caption: When your girl came back from the dance floor, she was being held by a woman you had never met before. She was breathtaking. no wonder your girlfriend seemed to melt into her embrace. "My husband and...
The name is Harry LaPierre. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got something to confess, folks. I am a self-admitted thrill addict. It doesn't matter the nature of the thrill. Sex. Speeding. You name it, I do it. That's okay, though. There are plenty of chicks and dudes in this town who wouldn't mind hooking up with a six...
My wife, Gail, was a normal loving, if somewhat shy, housewife. We had married a year ago when she was still only nineteen and I was twenty-eight. She has the most amazing body, her breasts are a very firm pair of 36C's with large dark nipples which, when hard, stand about an inch out from her breasts. Her waist tapers nicely to a flat stomach and back out t...
This is my first story, hope you enjoy. The themes are hot to me, not to everyone. Feedback appreciated. All characters over 18. ***** It was just an hour past dawn, on a warm Saturday morning in July, as David Santos pulled into his driveway. He was just coming back from the central bus station, having dropped off his youngest son early that morning to ca...
Why Don't Ya Do Right? Hello! I bet you're all surprised to see another story from me? Well, that's not going to be technically true since this is really just the same story but with a lot more description, better flow (to me) and Jessica doing quite a bit more to the detective in order to entice him. So, I hope you all enjoy the rewrite and tell me what yo...
This is not another cliché Halloween story. The fact that it happened on Halloween is purely coincidental. It is a story about a night out with my friend Jenna. I first noticed Jenna on her online profile. It was a transgender and cross dresser website. I had my own profile on there for a number of years. I had just turned forty and had been actively cross-d...
Belinda and Dean soppingwetpanties This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situa...
This is my recollection of the night that, according to my wife, was the first time she cheated on me with another man. The bed shook and the covers moved. The familiar warmth of my wife's body crawled into bed with me. I realized that I had fallen asleep, but the question was for how long? As the fog cleared in my head I recalled that my wife, Holly, had b...