Dean slipped out of his bedroom window quietly, crossed the yard and hopped the low fence easily. Once on the other side of the street, he was careful to move quickly from one tree that lined the sidewalk to the next. The moon was up but only a quarter slice hanging in the late evening sky, so he was fairly sure no one would notice him. The dark clothing h...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...
The candle light was flickering between the bushes at the house next door and Don knew something was going on again. He hurried over and slipped into his tennis shoes and hollered out to his wife Kelly. "Honey. I'm going for a short walk. I'll be back in a few minutes." Don rushed out the back door before Kelly had time to question him on where he was goin...
This is the next step in Jen's development and is a follow-on story to "The Awakening" series. If you want to follow Jen from first discovering this to now, you need to start with those stories. The following Wednesday morning, Matt's alarm went off at 0640. He usually took about 5 minutes to wake up and get moving and then got into the shower. He slept n...
I squinted in the bright sun to find the can of Coke on the table next to the lounge chair. It was a hot day, and I wanted to drink it quickly before it got too warm to taste refreshing. It was one of those glorious summer days where a light breeze kept it pleasant, bringing the fragrances of the nearby flowers. The can was covered with sweat, and so was I...
Jonathon couldn’t see her face, only the slim, sexy legs dangling on the side of the sofa. He peered through his apartment window, squinting and cursing at himself for not buying the binoculars that were on sale last week. Her skirt rode high on her thigh, a mini-skirt that reminded him of the schoolgirl fantasy he’s had for decades. Her stockings were opaqu...
My name is Stephen Pratchett, and I am a secret atheist. Why keep that a secret? you may ask. Well, the problem were my parents, and to a certain extent, my two siblings. You see, they were reformed protestants. For those of you who don't know what that means: they were the strictest, fun-hating, sour-faced people on the planet. Fundamentally their beliefs m...
Please note that this story contains subject matter related to cuckoldry, cheating wives, wife watching, voyeurism and group sex. If this subject matter offends you, then you have been fairly warned. Finally, all characters in this story are of legal age and beyond. Prologue Some experiences change your life forever. When they occur, all you can do is l...
His wife had complained, "Why can't you be like other men?" She had shown him pictures of her friend Tania's husband; not just of him but of his cock - not something he had wanted to see at all. Yes, her friend's husband's cock erect and actually in use, inside Tania, poking at her, even spewing on her face; really rude pictures. "That's what I want." She'd...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...