Since we first became a couple and began a sexual relationship, Stan had always fantasized about sharing me or seeing me with another man. Over the years, we have used this fantasy in our lovemaking as much as any other fantasy, maybe more so. For most of our marriage, this has been agreed to be a fantasy-only fantasy, meaning that we both agreed to never...
Okay, baby, we'll do it! © Alex de Kok, 2003 Grateful thanks to my editor (she knows who she is) for assistance with this story. Any mistakes remaining are mine * * * * * Kirsty was reading the local newspaper, sprawled on the couch in that boneless fashion that we older women scorn but secretly - and not so secretly - envy. She sat up suddenly, eyes glue...
Naomi lightly sighed as the entered in the last line of code. One of thousands, colored text stretching for megabytes upwards on the screen of the monitor. From her seat, she glanced over to her years-long labor sitting in the center of the basement. Not much too look at; simply two large metal rings, one at the top and bottom, connected by a pole with com...
"May I sleep with you?" Continued from Chapter 02: It was a short drive to my house. I live at the end of a cul-de-sac where the trees that surround my property afford me a level of privacy to walk out on my front porch naked, if I so wanted without anyone seeing me. Not that I'd walk out on my front porch naked, who wants to see a 50-year-old man naked? M...
Natalie watched Jaime's hand glide into the clutch purse she had laying open on her dressing table and deftly slide back with a hundred-dollar bill palmed. He did this well because he did this a lot. She might have said something, but, standing behind the boudoir chair she was sitting in and hunched over her, he had one hand covering her left breast undernea...
The characters in this fanfic are property of SquareSoft and are in no way affiliated with me. If vivid descriptions of sexual activities offend you, please do not go on in your reading. One rainy Saturday afternoon several months after the destruction of Sorceress Ultimecia, Selphie lay on her bed in her dorm room. She was feeling extremely restless and qu...
Forward This story is strictly about what happens between Mrs. Sang and I, after she left me bound nude, whipped and aroused at the end of 'The Mysterious Mrs. Sang- Grace'. Any plot events or character developments will be continuing with the story after this one. Let me reiterate: this is strictly an erotic tale about Mrs. Sang and me the night after we...
Peter is a pervert who loves his artwork of painting nude women. Only, one day, after suffering a heart attack and confronting the reality of his imminent demise, during his road to recovery in intensive care in the hospital, he had the downtime to assess his life. That was when he grew a conscience. Coincidentally, with the beta blocker and other medicatio...
Before going on I have reflected on my gunging fetish in chapter one. I come from the North of Scotland where brides are "blackened" with all sorts vile stuff. Not stripped as Louise was but the groom may be left in his boxers. I suffered the weekend before my wedding everything Louise did except the engine oil and still had boot polish under my nails on hon...
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, so obviously, this story is entirely fictitious, it’s strictly not suitable for anyone under 18 and absolutely none of the people, events or anything else described are intended to bear even the most fleeting resemblance to real life. That’s right. Believe it or not, my friends, this is not the goddamn History Channel and you are not watchi...