Time flies when you're having fun. Time must have been zipping by at breakneck speed for Sarah because she seemed to be having the time of her life. For me, time was beginning to slow to a crawl. I wondered if maybe my fun had run its course. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Sarah's latest escapade at Charades and the wild night of sex that followed. I think I...
byMattblackUK© and Vandemonium1 Way back in the mists of 2012 MattblackUK wrote a fine story called 'Surrogate'. Half way through reading it I thought it was going to take a different track than the one it did. Recently I approached Matt and he gave me his kind permission to change the ending. The start of the story below is Matt's work 100%. I have indicat...
Author's Note: I've been debating this for some time, but I finally decided to scrub this series down and resubmit them. I've grown a lot as a writer since I wrote these and look back on these with a touch of shame. I want to give them the look they deserve. To anyone that may have read them once upon a time, I've mostly changed grammar and punctuation. Ther...
Chapter 1 It was lunchtime before I noticed the date. April 17th. Our third anniversary was just a month away. That realization brought with it a flood of emotions. The first was recalling my long-held belief that I would never get married. I laughed as I thought back on how strongly and how often I'd made that vow to myself. In many respects, I was your ty...
"You never told me this was a nude beach resort," Gabriella said. "I didn't notice that either," I lied. Not a great way to start our honeymoon, lying, but I knew my shy bride would never had agreed to the idea without trickery, and despite loving her totally, I knew our marriage could only succeed if she shed her convent school prudishness, and the best wa...
This is the final installment of the Sailor's Wife series. It would probably be best if you've read the first four stories before this one. Please bear in mind that the timeframe of this series in the early 1970's. There are some anachronisms here, and to judge the story by the standards of the 2010's would be, I think, unfair. And a point of comparison, $2...
It would be some time before she'd be ready to leave. I took out my IPhone and looked at some pictures of her. When I was a kid, no one would've so confused the functions of phone, camera, and computer. I looked at one of her when she first came to my home outside San Luis Obispo. She stands by the gate in the light California spring rain. The mist makes t...
In Chapters one, two, and three my wife took cash from neighbor Ralph for him to see her naked, more cash to let him fuck her, and then finally into a routine of fucking on a regular basis. Towards the end of chapter three I found some comfort in an unusual young lady named Suzy from work. You can start from here or be well advised to go to Chapter 1 to see...
"Soooo. . ." Maddy said to me, as she rubbed her hand over the outline of my morning wood through my cotton boxers as we lay in bed together that Sunday morning. I smiled because I already knew where this was headed. "Yeah?" I answered slyly back. "You wanna text our neighbor and see what he's up to tonight?" She had a mischievous grin spreading over her...
Part 19 Marcie's Therapy / Mark Entertains 2 Girls The following day Marcie acted on Gerri's advice and found the therapist she recommended named Rudy Dersherwitz. We join them as he explains his theories on how to treat someone considered a sexual addict. "Yes, Marcie all too often the therapist focus on altering sexual behavior rather than accepting and...