Mia flicked her long, dark braid over her shoulder and took in her work with a critical eye. Her compressed lips softened into a slow smile as her gaze swept from one side of the wall to the other. She planted her hands on her hips and let out a relieved breath, pleased with her efforts. Even with the scaffolding still in the way it didn't detract from the o...
Clarry one of our members, an author of some standing, (can I do her justice?) told her story one winter evening, she joined us after a meeting with her publisher. There was about five or six of us there that evening and I just had to write the story up as we had enjoyed it so much it was a must to share. Unlike many of our members, as an author, Clarry had...
This is a true event. Some details have had to be reconstructed, as I mention in the tale, because it happened a number of years ago, and because it happened too quickly for my mind to take it all in. ***** As a younger man, I was in the Marines, stationed in San Diego. I had risen through rank quickly, and had become associated and friendly with many seni...
How did I come to be lying naked in a big bed with my two best friends and our respective husbands, Carl's cum dripping out of my pussy and my husband's dripping out of Kathy's? It's a long story, as they say, told in parts 1 through 3. If you want the short version... over the course of three days, our libidos were growing as our inhibitions were disappeari...
The job of scribe to my Mistress and Master is not an easy one at times. They have tasked me to put to words their recollections as dictated under fear of dire consequence. My Mistress's name is Jenny and she has an incredible lust for exhibitionism, her husband, my Master, Phil, is a devoted voyeur. Together they make up a team who enjoy carrying out erotic...
This story was co-written with Sandy Monroe. * One Friday morning, mid-November, I was surprised to receive a call from Ben. With his new job in the City, I never usually heard from him during the day, and rarely saw him except at the weekends. "Hi Ali," he said, sounding very anxious. "Are you free to talk?" I looked around, intrigued, a little worried,...
We were naked on our camping pads in our empty living room. Billie, my little sexpot of a wife, was straddling me with my cock buried in her tight little puss. She was slowly 'posting' as she rode me, her delightful inner muscles clenching and releasing me. With her forehead pressed to mine, she was smiling as she said, "Do you realize we've had an open mar...
Chapter Four: The Beach House Vika calls me at 7PM and wants to know if she and Amy can come over before 9 like we had agreed. I tell her that's fine. I ask her if she's told Amy anything, and she responds in a whisper that she can't talk at the moment too well, but that I should be ready for a surprise. Vika's tone had been excited, as if I will like what...
My husband is insanely jealous. Over the years his expressions of jealous anger, the bitter sarcasm and even some of the things he did ostensibly to please me, or to just lay his claim on me as his wife, was done out of some jealous grudge. All the little, petty things that I noticed convinced me that my husband was not simply jealous, but insanely so. Oh,...
Chapter #1 A Good Boy Acting Badly "Stephen's just a good boy acting badly," is how my grandmother used to phrase it talking to my mom. "He doesn't mean to be bad, he just can't help it sometimes." But that never cut it with my dad though. You see, trouble just seemed to follow me, and always too close for comfort. Like the time we were throwing apples at...