To my fans and followers: It was your emails, prodding, and pleading that lead me to dive back into Taylor's story. To be honest, I wasn't going to. I did not feel a connection to the characters or the story anymore; but, you all never stopped hoping for that next chapter. You probably checked my profile, looking for updates and were sorely disappointed when...
My buddy's eyes crawled hungrily across my slave's virtually naked chest. I'd seen them flirting at the last party, seen his reaction when she'd sat upon his lap, seen where his hands had gone. I'd spoken with her about it afterwards, and I knew that she had as much sexual interest in him as he in her. Hence why I'd arranged this little dinner party, a motiv...
Melissa Fourtnoy had picked flowers from Mrs. Tunnsmore's garden and delivered them to Mrs. Edith Brickhouse's house. The grandmotherly Mrs. Brickhouse and Mrs. Fourtnoy had a pleasant time. They met each Saturday for tea. It was a two-hour drive for Melissa, but with her love-life barren, it was well worth it. Melissa found Mrs. Brickhouse mature and atte...
In the last chapter (Sharing my Wife; My Date Continues), I described Michelle's two week vacation with Shaun in Las Vegas, then my weekend with Ginger. We'd both been stranded with our extra-curricular lover for an extra day due to a heavy snow storm. When I arrived home after work that evening, Michelle was home waiting for me. We embraced and kissed much...
Anatomically speaking, women could never enjoy intercourse. The position of their female sexual features is made backward not to allow full male stimulation. The female vaginal and clitoris, simulative regions, are non-compatible with the male penis, except for procreation. There are books, talk shows, movies, idle chat, and theories upon hypothesis about wo...
My friend Bill was about 55 and he adored his 32 year old trophy wife. It would be fair to say that he was in awe of his blond goddess and sometimes seemed dazed that she was married to him. Certainly I had no idea that anything was wrong between them until the night the blond, Sherri, dropped by my apartment. I was watching the Winter Olympics and had no id...
I never seen this coming. I mean, I had the simple kind of life, one without hang-ups or complications. I was miserable at my factory job, working the tedious day shift day in and day out, and then I hear about the bad news. I'm losing my job and have two kids and a wife with no way of knowing what was in store regarding my future. Yeah, I know, many have th...
Of course we all know that everyone who does anything roleplay-ish online from cybersex to describing taking off an overcloak to founding a house that exists only as little ones and zeros must have too much free time and not enough social skill to get along in the "real world". Right? Okay, maybe not. There certainly are people with too much free time, he...
Good morning, folks. Lucas Brown is the name. A tall, good-looking young Black man from Georgia. I attend the prestigious Georgia Tech Institute of Technology on an academic scholarship. My dad Derek Brown is a policeman. My older brothers James and Nicolas are firemen in Atlanta. Our mother died giving birth to yours truly. We all live in a nice duplex toge...
I work in a cavernous room, no windows but cubicles as far as the eye can see. It's tedious but it keeps the bills paid so I can't complain too much. I'm enjoying the sight of my cigarette smoke dancing in the breeze one beautiful spring morning when I get a text from a friend. "We need to get the cables to hook up my new tv. Feel like going at lunchtime?"...