"Happy Birthday" She was very pleasantly surprised that he'd remembered. They'd only been seeing each other for a few months. This was a good sign, she decided. He handed her a long thin case covered in black velvet, a foot or maybe in length and three or four inches wide. She had no idea what the gift might be. She thought she had dropped sufficient hints...
"Honey, we have to talk," she said. I let my wife stand there for a minute, with her hands on her hips, until I acknowledged her. I sat at the kitchen table, coolly chewing the steak I had just grilled for myself while she was "out with the girls." "Out with the girls." Yeah, right. I knew exactly where she was and what she was doing. I had known for month...
She sat watching him. Her eyes traveling from him to the tall buxom woman that sat at his side. It was a party and there were loads of people there. Mutual friends, his family, her family, her friends, the list was always populating it seemed. She let her eyes roam to the television that played music and watched the videos the corresponded with the tunes. It...
Author's Note: This is a new series of stories, all of them holding at least a kernel of truth, if not more. Not all will have full-on sexual contact and/or encounters, at least as I have it planned, but I hope the reader will enjoy the feelings, and emotions, that went through my mind. That being said, there is going to be a lot of interracial sexual relati...
I turned to look as Dennis Croft strode into the station holding a girl by her right arm, her hands 'cuffed' in front of her. "Evening Tameka," he said to the police woman behind the screen which seperated the reception area from the main part of the station. "What we got here?" Tammy asked as she pulled a clipboard out from under the counter. "Possesion...
This story is the third in a series, following on to "Thin Ice" and "A Slippery Slope" - you might want to check them out before reading "Leftovers" for maximal enjoyment. Like those, this story has a strong element of cuckoldry and wife sharing, so please only read it if that is something that appeals to you. This story contains graphic sex and is intended...
Mike takes Luisa to an elite party of the super wealthy and ruling class men of New York, mostly accompanied by their sugarbabies. In Memories of Murder (submitted under Erotic Couplings) we met Luisa, who likes to tease herself with her own nudity, and then decides to enter the wintry outdoors wearing a thin T shirt and no bra, only to find no male taker...
When he had called her, it was different than the other times he had invited her to "test" The Chair. This time he told her to dress for a night on the town, but he wouldn't explain why. She did as he requested though, as she trusted him completely. She arrived promptly at 7:30 p.m. wearing a black sequined evening gown, with thin spaghetti straps over her...
Jim Miller was bored. At 33, he had achieved the things he wanted most from life - a thriving business, a beautiful wife, the house in a nice neighborhood........ He had everything, so why wasn't he happier? His last two clients for the afternoon had canceled out, leaving him on the opposite side of town from his office with not enough time left in the day...
This is not so much a sex story as a love story with sexy bits and, if you're not into the whole transgender thing, there aren't many of those either. But I hope you enjoy it anyway. This is the eighth and final chapter. It won't make any sense at all unless you've read the others. Enjoy ***** Time may change me but I can't trace time. I woke surprisin...