This story is the first in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these eve...
Our story begins shortly after Indulgence (my wife) and I were married. We had just started experimenting with nude photos and videoing ourselves having sex when the fantasy first started rustling around in my head. I had always been a voyeur and somewhat of an exhibitionist so the recording of my sexy wife had becoming an amazing turn on for me as my fant...
This is the eighth part of the sexual biography of my wife, Charna. The first seven parts, in sequence, were "Teen Charna, My Bride to Be," "Teen Bride Charna's Honeymoon Adventures," "Teen Bride Charna Discovers My Best Man is THE Best Man," "Teen Bride Charna Dates My Best Friend," "Teen Bride Charna's Going-Away Gangbang," "Primetime Charna: Nude Model,"...
He groaned, his head pounding, his vision completely blurry. He felt like he had been thrown through a brick wall. He moved his arms around, clutching to the soft comforter and steadied himself against the headboard of the bed. He took some breaths, reached up, touched his temples and felt two sticky pads which he then ripped off. He looked around. This wasn...
A free mind was a perennial fountain of inspiration for any writer and hence having a control freak for a wife had its own uses. Paradoxical? That was one of the weird combinations that life threw up from time to time. Jim had successfully written two novels which were selling well, not best-sellers his agent had gently reminded him. And for a 28 year-old-...
I come up behind Angie and gently slip off her thick Turkish terry cloth robe, letting it fall to the floor by her feet. Her husband sits on the gray pleather couch watching my hands kneed deep into his wife's large round breasts. They are thick and soft and heavy and her flesh craters as my fingers press into her. When I kiss her neck, she arches her back a...
Classy Kris Monroe sat listening intently to the vice squad shift commander. Kris was a twenty-six year old knockout buxom blonde with sparkling blue eyes and the face on an angel. She only stood 5'4" but was built to perfection. Around the police station she had some nicknames such as, Undercover Angel, Vice Angel, Kris the Dish, and Queen of the Scene. She...
The next morning the alarm had to wake me. That awful buzzing was enough to make me want to throw it against the wall. Sara woke too and rolled over to give me a kiss. "Honey I'm going to stay in bed for a while longer. My head is killing me." "Hung over just a bit huh?" I replied "Mhuh." Was all she could do. I crawled out of bed and headed to the show...
The following was inspired by JimAfflictioN's 2008 story, "South Bound Train," but it IS NOT a "conclusion," even though the original short story had no ending and nothing else was written to bring the tale to a conclusion. The original story line went something like this: A man and wife are on a train with a friend of hers named Jim. As the main character...
The loud chirping of the morning birds finally persuaded me to crawl from under the downy comforter that comforted me through the night. There were just the beginnings of a chill in the air as this was the transition between autumn and spring. My feathered friends must have been excited at the slight rise in temperature. I know that I was. Even though autu...