Years ago when we used to swing regularly. We used to go to this small club just outside Central London almost every fortnight. We went on different nights from Singles nights to couple nights. This particular night we went to a singles night where they had about 5 guys to each girl. It was a small club, a dance floor, a bedroom with a four poster bed which...
"What rhymes with pussy?" Julie asked. She sat in a blue suede bowl-shaped chair with her head hanging off the side almost parallel with the floor. Her long legs were crossed and she was swaying her foot in time with the music radiating from a small speaker in the corner. A notebook in one hand, she tapped her freckled chin with the end of the pen she held i...
Letter Number One My Dearest Darling Horace; November 11th, 1897 I have looked at our relationship over and over again and I simply cannot understand why you chose to leave me. I thought we had something so wonderful that it virtually defied description. If you did not want to make me your life companion, then why did you encourage me when you saw how en...
I love John so much. We adore each other and during our relationship we have discovered so very much about each other and ourselves, Before I met John and he has said the same, I really did not know myself. It was as if my inner thoughts had been put away in a secret cupboard, never to be opened. But John changed all that as much as I have helped him to d...
Well, I got a couple of great responses from my first story, so I thought I might try it again. It's weird, but it hasn't been since I started writing that first story about a recently deceased friend of mine who had taught me oral-sex skills that I've really looked back at my sexual history. I always assumed I was just like one of millions of girls nowadays...
Ok, let's see, what have we here? Who has so graciously volunteered to assist me by being the pallet, as it were, for my sorely needed practice session to hone my oral penmanship skills? Margaret St. John? What a lovely, lyrical name, my dear. Exotically, classically sexy, yet with a strong hint of sluttiness, too. Perfect, absolutely perfect. Befitting of...
Terry and Les live across the street. She’s a 48-year-old housewife. He’s a 50-year-old regional manager for a wholesale grocery firm. My name is Jack. I’m 60 and retired from a business I sold several years ago. My wife, Ann, owns a 9-5, Monday-thru-Friday school supply outfit. During the eight years Terry and Les have lived across the street, we’ve becom...
We had been high school sweethearts and married a few years after we graduated from college. We had been happy for most of our married lives and had 2 children, now grown. We had been relatively happy for 20 years, but I had a short affair with a co-worker named Susan, initiated by her and lasting only a few episodes 10 years ago. My wife Lynn suspected but...
Jack left the house just after seven. Mum had cooked breakfast; she always was up early, she would be at her desk in the practice by seven-thirty, a lot of her patients came early in the morning to see her. When Jack arrived at the home, he met Jean; she invited him for a cup of tea. The night shift was just leaving; the senior nurse went through her report...
Everyone has fantasies - some they know they know will never happen but enjoy thinking about and some they would really like to have happen... and then there's some that you never know you had until it comes up. Kera and I had been together for about 6 months - we'd met through a mutual friend and while we didn't become an immediate couple, we totally enjo...