Chapter 1: "It was the Dog's Fault, Honest" Ned was Red again. His parents taught him to be nice person, to keep his calm and not show anger. Unfortunately, they never taught him how to deal with it. So he bottled it up inside and stored it in his liver, where it simmered and bubbled. Then, every six months like clockwork, he would explode and let it all o...
Amsterdam was a real buzz for the six who went for some ‘shopping’, Mary and I, Ann and James and Tanya and Brian, and I expect that those of you who have read my tales will know that after we visited the sex club we had returned to the hotel and showered. Lots of the initial showering, after the actual water stuff, had been of sperm over our ladies and, al...
I have to be very honest, I was tired from my exertions of the night so far and was staggered at Amanda’s appetite for sex. After she and Steve had finished their lovemaking in front of the fire Brian had slid between her spread thighs and spent some time slurping at her gash cleaning up the copious amount of sperm that was dribbling from her after Steve’s...
The tree outside the window made patterns on the wall of the bedroom as the sun shone through it and the gentle breeze moving the branches was very relaxing. I was daydreaming, thinking about the activities of the previous days, weeks, and months that Mary and I had been enjoying so many different people, enjoying so many new experiences. Then I looked tow...
Yes, you are right, I have been very busy lately and also I have been waiting for a little feed back on my last story but to no avail!! I suppose I have been boring you. However if that is the case let me know and I will try to do something about it, if you don’t tell me, I can’t put it right!! Mary was totally worn out. A communal orgasm, Steve looking lik...
So here I am back again at the keyboard and I have decided now to put you out of your misery, and to make things easier for me by naming names! If you did read Well…1 and 2 you will know that events have taken place on Friday evening and the following day so far but you don’t know that I am George, my wife is Mary and our two friends are Ann and James. As I...
Dinner was fabulous. The girls had done a great job in the boat's small galley and we all sat on the fly bridge in the late evening absolutely full and enjoying pleasant conversation and a quiet drink. The day had been hectic for me, in a sexual way, at least! The pleasure of making love to Mary in the morning and then the sheer lust of the afternoon, emp...
Bondage...Now there's a subject about which I know very little. Don't get me wrong, I have seen some very mild, well I assume it's mild, stuff on video and shall we say I have been a little 'intrigued', nothing heavy you understand but a little 'restraint' possibly never hurt anyone! 'If you don't ask you don't get' has always been one of my sayings and so...
Black… What a magnificent colour! Henry Ford said you could have any colour you liked for his Model T as long as it was black and he was right. There is nothing like black. Think how shiny it is when polished and you will realise what Mary, Ann, James, Tanya, Brian and I were looking at as we sat and watched Steve and his girlfriend Amanda glistening in fro...
The lights in the bedroom were low and the television was playing the tape that Mary had made at James and Ann’s nearly three weeks ago. Mary was close up to me with her left hand lazily running up and down my thigh and gradually getting closer to my burgeoning prick. She had got an awful lot of footage of the night’s activities and seeing Amanda’s lovely b...