Have you ever been in a boundary between sleep and wakefulness? The door opens with a slight creek. I feel a gust of cold wind on my naked back. I hear two girls walk into the room and turn the light on. I must have been asleep. But not sure why I am naked or where I am. I try to turn my head without success. I feel really groggy. "Is this where I will w...
The party was at Jackie's house. It was a nice little single-story three-bedroom located at the termination point of a cul-de-sac, nestled amid the city's suburbs. To either side and extending forever were more houses, identical in all but color, their stepford lawns and neatly pruned trees providing fair warning to the sedate, conforming atmosphere of the...
I am not a nice guy. As long as I remember, I've not been the nicest of all fellows. In fact, calling me polite is often a stretch. It's not like I try to be an ass. It's more like I'll be a wiseass when treated like one, I'll tell people what I want. I'm assertive. Direct. Being this way has taught me several life lessons over the years. One consistent on...
HUGE shout out to Todger65 for his editing suggestions. All characters are over 18. ------------------------------- "Hi Chris, come in!" she said, standing in the open back door to her house. "Hey Mrs. T. Is Bobby here?" I asked, trying not to drool too much. Lori was dressed in one of her tennis outfits, and her smooth white legs were looking particular...
Janey rolled her stockings up one at a time and attached them to the garters. A man once told her that the garter belt, garters and stockings provided a perfect frame for her pussy and drew attention to it. She stood up and looked in the mirror, I guess he's right she thought, and continuing to look at herself she thought, "Damn I look good!" Red hair – e...
I was exhausted after our little floor display, but Helen was as accommodating as ever. She modeled an entire line of seductive clothing for me, demonstrating each outfit’s unique advantages as I lounged in a chair opposite the mirrors. The show collection, she called it. Dang, but the woman sure knew how to sell a body. I came home from the clothes boutiq...
I squinted in the mild illumination of Lex's bedroom, unsuccessfully trying to make out the features of the painting on the wall in front of me. It was darker in here than it had been before, but the darkness was a blessing. My head was pounding, I was terribly thirsty, and nearly every part of my body ached. I felt as though someone had run me through a ble...
Demetrius sat down on a chair in the public park near his office, he couldn't go up there yet. His inner demon snarled at him, a raging beast that wanted to rend and maim, logically he knew that this was truly the only way Ryan would be safe. But the sharp, harsh feeling of possessiveness had taken over him, he clenched his fists as pictures of Ryan and Kath...
(Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is coincidental.) * Gwen was up early, a repeat of the previous morning's activities out of the question as preparations for Sunday dinner were begun in earnest. An already spotless house was cleaned again in anticipation of their guests' arrival. It was not t...
Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. ....