It was third period, and my favorite class of the day. It was History class with Mr. Breslow. Now I know it may seem weird that my favorite class was History, but it wasn't for the content of the class, it because Mr. Breslow was the absolute hottest teacher I had ever had. He was about 6'4" with soft brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had spent his coll...
A big THANKS to Ben Frayser for helping me edit this story... Darla loved her first husband. He was her high school sweetheart. She was the young, naïve girl and he, the tough kid on the block. She recalls avoiding T, as he liked being called, but he was persistent, and it paid off. She fell for him, hard. The fact that she had a rather dysfunctional family...
Things had not been going well between my wife of 21 years and myself. We had begun to discuss divorce on a regular basis, and were both quite serious. We were not angry with each other. We had simply ceased to care very much. We had one child and he was two states away in college. We had purchased a home far more expensive than we could afford years ago. N...
So I've been a lurker on this site for many years. Written a few stuff but finally have one I decided to post. The basic premise is based on real events, but obviously dramatized and names and locations changed to protect the guilty. Not as graphic as others, further chapters should contain more. Just had to tell her story and how she thinks. ***** They bo...
Colleen reveled in being a slut when the opportunity availed itself. I saw her as she rounded a corner of a building downtown, wearing high-heeled boots, a matching skirt and blouse, a big purse perched on a shoulder. It was late in the afternoon. She was 5'8" 5'9",with thick pale thighs, ample ass and matching bosom, easily 36DD, with a nice sag and sway, c...
It was the story of Riya, a twenty-five-year-old divorced woman. She shared her with me, six days ago and I was impressed with her way of narration. (So will be in her narration). I was twenty-three years old and married happily to Steve (name Changed). We had a very healthy sex life with regular fuck sessions, giving me orgasms on a regular basis. The onl...
You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off. ‘No problem, s...
My Mistresses parted the curtains and we peeked into the sold-out theater. "I've never seen such a big crowd," one said. "Standing room only," said the other. "They have come just to see this slut whipped and raped. I can hardly wait to take a cat to that fine ass of hers." "DRAG THAT WHORE OUT HERE!" The gruff order came from one of the five Masters. The...
I walked thorough the lobby of the hotel, wondering if the fact that I was a complete slut and slave to your every whim was apparent to all who saw me. Did it show through my casual clothing and downcast eyes? The concierge has sneered at me and tried to look down my blouse when I asked for the other key to your room. I wondered what he thought of my hard ni...
If I had walked into a room and found a man handcuffed to a bed and his ass resting at the edge of the bed with his legs Velcro tied to modified bedposts to keep his ass exposed for easy access I'd ponder a few things but the five large cocked women who entered seemed to take it all in stride. My mistress, a muscular woman with veins popping all over her t...