Prologue Jessica I masturbate at least twice after he leaves, replaying his words in my mind. I don't know about most women, but for me that's the norm. If they were even in earshot of the stories he tells me, however, I wonder if they might match my own enthusiasm for the activity. Some would likely surpass that repetition if they're the type of girl that...
Thanks for the comments, votes and PM's. I was originally going to leave this as a one shot but I'm enjoying writing it more than I'd anticipated. I'm not a swinger, so if I'm getting anything wrong, my apologies. This is all just fantasy. ~~~~~~~ Sarah was less than thrilled to learn that we'd just put on a sexy little show not for a visiting tradesman bu...
I had just turned 16 when my father and uncle purchased several acres of property high up in the Uinta Mountains close to where I lived. Over the course of a couple of years, they built a modest little "A" frame cabin on that property. My aunt and uncle hadn't as yet had any children. Being an only child myself, aside from constantly getting in the way, ther...
First I would like to apologize for the length of time with no activity. Real life reared its ugly head. Now that I can work on this a bit, I started working Chapter nine up, and went back through to check a few things, and found myself looking at some necessary edits. They are clarifications and streamlines mainly, with one foreshadowing element added. In...
As I said previously, we called them Dick and Jane because no one taught us more about the pleasures of swinging than this couple. Only Linda's first lover had the effect on her that Dick induced. I thought I would never find another woman who stirred me as much as Linda and Jane - that is until I fucked Mike's wife. * * * * * The next morning was proof th...
I didn't hear from Jane for more than a week. After our interactions at my house (see "Fun With Dick and Jane-01: Gee Spot Run"), I wasn't sure how to interpret this silence of hers. Was she boggled and speechless by the turbulence of her newly awakened lust? Or was she beginning to think about publicly branding me, her neighbor, as a wicked witch? Perhaps...
This is a flight of fancy. A work of fiction. I may continue it further, I may not, haven't decided. I hope you like it, I really do but if you don't please don't hesitate to hurl insults at me. It's not meant to be taken too seriously. ***** Why does she always 'really need to talk' just when he's drifting off. He hated when she did this. Stone cold sile...
Alex rummaged through her bag for the third time that night, looking for her charm bracelet. Damn, I'm getting old, she thought. She pushed the container of salt aside as she delved to the bottom of the bag and prayed that she hadn't left it. Last year she had and she'd been unable to do the ritual. She had to complete it this year or else- She stopped and...
Marcos wore his long black hair brushed to the side of his face. His jeans were always loose yet tight. He was very much into the music scene. I knew just be seeing him wear checkered Converses and vintage white belts. He wasn't exactly tall or muscular, but he had broad shoulders and defined biceps. I loved the tan of his skin, and his teeth were so white w...
Susan's entire body was pulsing with pleasure, relief, and power. Raw, animalistic strength and vigour coursed through her limbs. She felt elated, giddy. Like she'd just finished a marathon, or had a series of intense multiple orgasms, or just laughed like a hyena over something hysterically funny for an hour. God, she felt good! And strong. Confident. Sexy...