Foreword: The following story does not duplicate any real life persons or their explicit experiences, nor does it contain any real life situations. No bar like this ever existed (If it does, PLEASE, let me know where it is!!). The following serious/campy story is mostly non-sexual and includes scenes of: bondage, mechanical discipline, light anal play, spa...
Summer was fast approaching which meant we would soon be kid free for a couple of weeks. Katy and I were looking for somewhere to get away for a few days of romance and perhaps a little naughty fun. Scouring the internet I asked Katy how she felt about a nude resort. We'd been to the nude beach on Martha's Vineyard a few times and enjoyed ourselves greatly...
This is a fictional story I thought of while I was driving from job to job, sometimes my wife came with me and we played little games during the drive to relieve boredom. I talked with a young man who drove his friend's mother back and forth to work with him and thought this would be a good fictional story. ***** It was an hour drive to work for Martha. Th...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an Editor; and no, I do not want an Editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, it jumps around too much, it's in the wrong category, it's too long, it's too short, it's stupid shit, and I suck. Also, there is non-conse...
Congratulations Mr. Farlow had set up living arrangements for me with a sweet widow in her eighties. Miss Georgia Ellis had a lovely antebellum home down on South Front St., and lived on her own, except for innumerable cats. There were living quarters on the second floor of the old detached kitchen where she put me up, and I, in return, did minor repairs, p...
+ This is the backstory to a character who popped up in another story I am writing. The other story is unquestionably a Tale from the Shack, but Belle Markham's story isn't really part of the Shack series. Still, her story is, at least to me, worth telling. I decided to write this in the style of a four page hardboiled detective pulp at about 4K words. This...
Punk Rock bands, according to popular belief, I'm not supposed to be into that sort of thing. Supposedly due to my skin tone, I'm supposed to like Rap, Hip Hop and Basketball. Well, I tried these things and they simply weren't for me. My name is Raul Davidson, my friends call me Ra. As in the ancient Egyptian deity known as Ra, King of the Gods. Sounds cool,...
My First Time Ch 02 This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. Next up was the little story, "Why I love Wives." This is my fourteenth story in the Survivor Revival Challenge. I hope you like it. ****************** Sam, Don Juan, Eric, and what about Melissa'...
"Sandy, can I call round for a girly chat?" "Of course, something up?" "Well, sort of, but later?" "When then?" "Say about nine?" "Great, see you then." Sandy's curiosity was spiked as she hung up the phone. Lucy usually only called round for a 'girly chat' when she had problems with Hugh. She was such a prude that the slightest thing of a sexual natu...
Camilla got home from Bates Massage around 11:30 PM and saw Candice, in an elegant black brassiere and matching panties, waiting for her on the living room sofa. "Really," Camilla said as she began stripping naked by the front door. "You should be a stripper, Candice. You have the body for it." "Really?" Candice asked, looking at herself front and back, wi...