(This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read part one and two, you probably want understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this story is posted. I can't change anything. I hope...
I want to tell you my story, but I am going to leave out the dialog and our names. Let me tell it my way and I think you will find it interesting. I am a woman and I have a good friend who is a man, but we had never dated or had that kind of relationship. Women and men can be friends, but it frequently evolves into sex. We have talked a lot about sex and t...
This is a work of pure fiction. After seeing a documentary on Plato's Retreat, I decided to cast my wife Julie as the star of the story. Unprotected sex with strangers was the "norm" pre-AIDS. * August 1978. It was a hot summer on Long Island. Julie and I had been married about a year. She was 21 to my 22. We were attending a party at her bosses house with...
Chapter 1 Two mothers sat at a reserved corner window table in Meg's Coffee Shop engaged in earnest conversation about Muriel's son Archie. Cathie said. "Muriel, I wouldn't worry about Archie being shy. I know he's almost nineteen but some teenagers, as well as males, take longer than others to indicate the coming of adult maturity." "I realized that but...
I like playing a girl, but it's complicated. I have always been more attracted to women than men, and had many relationships with women including two marriages. As a young man I had several sexual experiences where I played a feminine role. Wearing girly things was a real turn-on for me, and it seemed to make it less queer for us both. I would later learn th...
Sitting in the back porch swing on a dreary February morning, looking across the lake sipping the first cup of coffee and watching life happen. It was a typical Texas winter day; dreary but not particularly cold. The sparrows in the Purple Martin House are a result of my penchant for procrastination. I hear geese in the distance, honking as they leave their...
As the mood strikes, I enjoy using mental triggers that I know will start the sub-space process in some submissive. It differs from one to another. Some enjoy being reminded that "[they] are an adorable little slut", others respond to "on your knees". This toy's trigger is "are you wet?"; which I understand is a little unfair: she is, I know it. She has been...
As I've written in prior stories. I'm a nude model and my girlfriend is a nude dancer. We'd dated a few years back, and I was a nudist then, but she wasn't. I warmed her up to my kinky ways though by being naked all the time. We'd have a few wild days and nights and had been playing with exhibitionism when we'd be fully nude, (and me erect) when guests woul...
I finally got rid of that sorry-ass boyfriend. Oh, I suppose Bill is a good guy, but we just never really cliqued. He's a good looking guy and all, but he was just so boring. Our sex life was basically just conventional fucking and a little bit of oral now and then. Every once-in-a-while I would climax, but it certainly wasn't every time. When I tried to int...
Not totally enthusiastic that he had to shower alone, Greg steps out to dry himself off. April had already done her cleansing and had run out the door, before he had finished his. A little disappointed he trudges into get dressed. Something catches his eye on the bed. It was an envelope with not his name, but "My Hot Fuck Buddy" written on it in April's hand...