I arranged a night out for myself, Cassie and Kayla. We went to an underground club in Detroit for their monthly bdsm show. This club is strictly a performance art show, no actual sex going on. Kayla used to take me to this club back in the day when we were heavy into the bdsm scene. Total nudity was not allowed but see through clothes and underwear, thongs,...
New Night, New Place, & A Birth of a Coven +++++++V- Start Of Book One, Volume I of Vegas Chapter -V+++++++ Las Vegas International Airport eleven forty-five pm as Bridget Marlowe waited and waited what seemed like forever as four sharp-dressed people came walking out of the gate terminal as she held a sign BASTILLE as Edward who decided Edwardo was a li...
*Author's Note: Hello again, beautiful people! I told you we'd be getting to the good stuff, didn't I? This chapter continues in the same vein as the last one, so I highly recommend starting from the beginning. As A VERY IMPORTANT NOTE, most of you will have figured out who Luke is by now. Before I start getting panned for blasphemy, heresy, or any other som...
After I had submitted the story about up close and personal exhibitionism with the guys in the hotel rooms, I realized we had left out the stories about our St. Martin trips. I wish I had submitted this story as part 5 in the exhibition series as it is straight exhibitionism without the involvement of anyone else. Because of this, it is a milder story (or a...
Stephanie knelt, knees tightly held together in the cramped DJ booth, wearing only a pair of fluorescent pink panties. Patiently awaiting the Professor to spin another record, and maybe request her attention. It had been half an hour since the deejay had ordered her to give him a blow job, yet Stephanie obediently waited. Her mouth savored his semen, which s...
My friends and I were all eighteen and nineteen at the time. Unfortunately the drinking age in my state was twenty-one. We had to end up driving twenty miles across the state line in order to purchase alcohol. That is just what we were doing now. My buddies and I were in my old white panel van heading to a nightclub across the state line. This club catered...
"Elizabeth Johnson! Get your ass outta bed, now!" I sighed, rolling over onto my back and ignoring my best friends hollering. It was raining out, it was chilly, and I was NOT in the mood to go to any bar or any club with her tonight. I had struggled with depression since I was in my early teen years and over the years, it had not gotten any better for me. I...
Note: This stand-alone story is part of our continuing swinging adventures. I hope you find at least some humor in these stories. Chapter 9: In Da Club Part III – Wax on, whacks off, Daniel-san When we moved north, we had to find a new swing club to go to. Oh, we moved north. Didn't I tell you that? Well, we did. Try to keep up. Anyway, there a...
No realities were predictable that day, not the day I learned that my ever loving wife was a whore. Praise whatever gods you idolize when your life moves onward effectively though haphazardly. Forget reality. Take it from me, you don't want to experience reality or an orderly process of fate. If only I could turn the clock back to a time before I demanded...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** This story starts slow because it takes a bit of setting up. After the slow start, however, it becomes an intense session of semi-non consensual female-female, masturbation, spanking, electro-punishment, rug munching, and mechanical bull riding. = = = = = = = = = = = = = =...