Note: When I talk about internet romance, I’m not referring to pay sites of any kind. I’m talking about consenting adults who "meet" on the internet, communicate on the internet and perhaps ultimately by phone or in person, and have an entire cyber relationship on the internet not for money, but for the pure pleasure and excitement of it. "Are you hot?"...
I barely felt the bump as we landed, still torturing myself about the imminent reunion with Steve. Surveying other passengers nearby, they seemed grateful to be safely on the ground, ignoring me. I checked my stocking tops warily. As the heel of my palm rubbed against my shaven vulva my nipples reacted immediately, pressing noticeably against my blouse despi...
This is a true story that has developed over the past 3 years. It is about our experiences with swinging and how it introduced us to open marriage, bi, and interracial sex. * Suzy arrived at Barbara's home promptly at 10:00am. They had coffee, discussed the party, and Barbara showed her another slideshow of photos of Barbara exclusively with other men. T...
After the weekend encounter, Phred decided to buy her a thank you gift: a gold chain. It came in a small black box. It was big enough to hold a small card, and on it he wrote; "Thanks for a wonderful time again last weekend! Hugs P--." Tuesday morning, he tucked this into his pocket and left for work. When he arrived, he purposely went past her workstation,...
As I looked across the restaurant table at my wife, Iris, I reminded myself of how gorgeous and sexy she can look. Her dark brunette, shoulder length hair, which rested on her bare shoulders, and her large, beautiful grey eyes never ceased to stun me. Iris was wearing (per my request), an extremely low cut, sleeveless red satin blouse which displayed her i...
Thanks to everyone for reading this series and for providing feedback. This is the final chapter in the series. * Benjamin awoke with a sharp pain pulsing in his temple. One glass of wine should not have given me a hangover. I must be getting old. Footsteps on the stairs sounded like a pile driver. Benjamin turned towards the bottom of the staircase to see...
7. The Day: I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys...
Damn it! Which shoes should I wear? I must have at least 40 pairs of heels -- maybe I'll try the green ones. I was so glad that David called. Even though it's way later than I expected, I was afraid he had stood me up, so it was a relief to hear his voice and have him invite me out for pie. I already had a dress on, one with a nice, snug fitting bodice and...
I think it was the look on your face as you walked into the room that excited me the most. I had heard you and your husband returning to your hotel suite from dinner, stopping in the hallway for him to give you your first present. The sounds of the wrapping being opened, the rustle of tissue paper as you look inside the box, and the gasp and laugh as you dis...
Copyright Alexandra Lee 2006 'Mrs Price?' The bespectacled man in the blue uniform smiled to reveal a gold tooth from under a well-groomed handlebar moustache. Although not tall he was powerfully built and from the little she knew of the Indian police force, the array if gold on his shoulders indicated that he was a senior officer. 'Yes,' she smiled as she...