Julie Murphy was wide awake. It was now after 2:00 AM, but she had been unable to fall asleep. Her husband Jonathan lay beside her, gently snoring. They'd had sex last night after returning home from a charity event, and he had passed out shortly after. Julie couldn't quiet her mind. She had a lot to think about. For starters, Jonathan wasn't the only man...
After slogging our way through a snow-filled winter and an unusually rainy spring, my wife Robin and I had endured our fill and more of bad weather. By June we decided we were overdue for a vacation. We were looking for some sunny beach time, with pretty scenery, not too crowded and preferably without spending a fortune. Thinking back to a trip I had taken t...
From the kitchen window in my little white house on the hill, as I fondly refer to it, I could see the bounty from my handiwork spanning across my isolated backyard. On one side, my flower garden stretched like a colorful patchwork quilt along the six-foot-tall white picket fence all the way back to the towering oak tree in the far corner. There, a new woode...
It's now 8:30 a.m. Most people are counting their bus tokens; my wife, Vanessa, is packing condoms in her purse. For the rest of us, it's a trip up the elevator into just another day. For Vanessa, every sunrise promises a new adventure through the mystery of the male sexual psyche. When we're kibitzing around the water cooler, Vanessa is engaging a man in an...
Author's Note: Ambassadors of Aldadiir began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, incest, and other t...
Here's a quick one for the Halloween contest. I'd say don't take it too seriously, but I know that will never happen. As I'm going closer fifty years old, I do have a lot of regret for some of my actions of my youth (hint on that in my story Intervention). Barry is based on a kid from my high school who was bullied and then horribly pranked. He also had a ni...
Chapter 2 – Summer Summer is hot, as hot as it gets, The man is in his prime. He's fit and he's lean, More action he's seen, And he can do it time after time * Melbourne, Australia 1964. Nineteen years to the day and I met Wendy for the second time. The morning had started with the same madness as they all do in my business. Juggling drivers and loads,...
Heels clipped marble flooring as Debs browsed rails of lingerie; silk, satin, lace and cotton. Mid-December and it was way past time for the obligatory Christmas shopping so what better gift for Paul, her boyfriend, than something skimpy she could wear to tease him with. Having selected a couple of items, a dark red corset with matching garter belt and a ga...
Leanne was starting to feel desperate. She was at work and needed to pump her breast milk in her baby's absence. It was just so much easier to have her baby latch on to her heavy breasts to take in the wonderful liquid gold her body produced. Leanne believed fully in breastfeeding her baby for as long as she could. All through her pregnancy, she read up on...
Permanent Slavery Journey Upon owner's order what follows is the story of this slave's (age 60) path to permanent slavery. And the life, 7 years in May 2020, of slavery. Owner's Order: Write the story of your history with female domination. How it led to my taking permanent ownership of you. What your life of slavery has been. This one time you are release...