Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. ....
Author's note: Catwoman and Huntress are TM and (C) DC Comics. Their use here is a work of parody, is not meant as a challenge to their trademarks, and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. This story is a sequel to my first ever fic, The Eros Formula. I hope it satisfies those readers who've been asking for a follow-up. Voting and feedback is...
After Jasmine left and went home, I was at a loss. In a way it was ridiculous. What had I expected? She wasn't going to leave her husband and move in with me and at the end of the day, I didn't want her to, but she definitely left a void. We had only slept together three times and now I was moping about, feeling like my right arm had been torn off. It didn'...
Eighteen years old. What a heady age. I really miss those days. Back when high school was something to be escaped, when the future looked bright, opportunities endless. Nothing locked in, very few decisions made worth regretting. Hell, a world where someone else buys your food, washes your clothes and keeps a roof over your head can't have been all that bad...
Sandra picked up Kelly at eight on New Year's Eve. It had been the fourth time they hung out during their holiday break from college. The two had been linked at the hip during high school but going to two separate colleges made that impossible. The time they spent together reminded them of how close their friendship was and how much they enjoyed each other's...
For those who enjoy a honeymoon ending ... and thank you, as ever, for your supportive comments and constructive criticism. ***** June was an incredibly busy month: final report cards, packing, and driving home on the weekends to see Sarah. I couldn't bear not seeing her. It was astonishing, really - I couldn't tell where this outpouring of passion had c...
A few weeks and a few handjobs to Bob ending with my undergarments covered in his cum later something interesting happened at work. Nikki had been bothering me for some time to go out with her, John, and Jason again. Almost every day she'd bring up how they talked about me and wanted me to go out with them again. I pretended to be a bit embarrassed about m...
I groaned my frustration as my wife pulled her well lubricated fingers out of my burning, tingling ass. At least her other slippery hand continued to stroke my dick, slowing but not pausing. I heard the cap on the Astroglide snap open and I knew she was lubing up a dildo as a replacement for her fingers in my now nicely stretched anus. She ran her hand over...
L'enfermer was the hottest restaurant in Gotham. The waiters were curt, the food was good but expensive, and the wine was also good—but more expensive. The reason it had succeeded where restaurants that fawned more over their patrons had not was because it was run by Lyle Bolton—the reformed Lock-Up. And he guaranteed the safety of every man, woman, and jewe...
"Alright, I dropped the kids off at your parents' house so that's all set," Gina told Greg as he walked through the door, kissing him on the cheek, "Sally should be here in like 30 minutes to pick me up for the casino. What time are you heading out?" With some amount of regularity, Gina and Greg would leave Martin and Shelly with his parents and go out with...