It's been a while since the first installment, so if you're not inclined to go back and read chapter one, here's a synopsis. I had finagled my way to the ultimate swingers weekend at the home of Robin and Jeffry Johnson, third generation auto money trust-fund scions who have an estate/compound in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan, one of the wealthiest zip codes i...
Author's note: There seems to be two types who read 'LW', those who are fantasizing cuckolds, and those who value more traditional relations with their spouses. Cuckolds may enjoy parts, but I will warn them now that they won't be satisfied with this story because it wasn't written for them. This story has sex but it is not just a sex story. This story is...
This story involves a middle-aged married couple who share a computer. What you will be reading is true. I would like you, the reader, to put yourself in the shoes of the author. After you have read the story, I would love it if you would be so kind as to leave a comment in the section provided. Let me know how you think you would have handled it. What woul...
Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. There is no sex in this story. Sorry. It wasn't completely dark in the room, but the curtains were closed and I only had one lamp on. I guess I could have been watching TV or drinking, but I just didn't feel like it. I showered and shaved before putting on my most comfortable clothes. It was going...
**Sunday Morning** Ah, now this is how a guy is supposed to wake up in the morning; snuggled up against a beautiful blonde, your morning wood wedged in her butt crack, one arm under her pillow and the other around her waist with a c-cup firmly planted in your hand. I nuzzled at her neck through the tangle of hair and she shimmied on my dick and squeezed the...
***Author's note: This story contains elements of consensual degradation and humiliation, body modification, intensive sexual servitude and diabolical mind-fuckery. Similar to my other stories, the characters are completely debauched, the sex scenes are gratuitous and the plot is completely unrealistic and over-the-top. Read on at your own peril. I do not al...
AJ and my date was so wild and crazy, I was concerned that he would once again feel awkward when he returned to work on Monday. I had some juicy details in which to tell my friends upon arrival. When I walked in, Starla and Tina were already waiting for me at my desk with anxious smiles on their faces. I was the receptionist at a growing internet fashion com...
Copyright © Daniel Choquet 2019 One "First you have to tell me yours." "But I asked you first." "Sorry, that's my deal." There was no getting around it. That look was familiar. Sybil was not going to budge on this. "Well, let's see... Okay, I guess I've imagined you and another woman." "Oh, come now. Is that the best you've got. Typical male fantasy."...
Confidence with a Catch Trauma. Some people call it "The Death of your best self". That's not entirely accurate but given what it does to some people, it's understandable why they think that. My name is Amelia Chance, and I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder when I was 18. I had broken up with my boyfriend in high school, since we were planni...
He had fallen in love with her soft blond hair done up in pig tails and her bright blue eyes in the second grade. She had been taller than he had been back then. He was smaller than most of his classmates and not remotely athletic. Another girl had actually beaten the crap out him early the following school year. He was often teased and picked on in elementa...