It was amazing to see how radically my life had changed from a simple knock against a door. And to think, it almost didn't happen. My mind briefly drifted back to that moment but was quickly brought back to the present. My balls ached in anticipation of my coming orgasm. My vision was filled with the white, creamy, bouncing breasts before me. I wanted to re...
Author's Note: I struggled with whether this was a "First Time" or a "Mature" story. In the end, I suppose it's about love and coming of age. So here it is. ***** I was there when Laura Hollander learned of the death of her husband. I was cleaning the Hollanders' pool, and Laura was sitting at the patio table reading a magazine when the doorbell rang. That...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
It all started very innocently, I was asked by one of the tutors, if I would act as a mentor to one of the final year students on the Business Studies degree course. Having ascertained that it would only mean one or two meetings I agreed to have my name put forward. I didn't hear anything for ages and had forgotten all about it when Liz rang from the Univer...
My wife Mandy drove just over eight thousand miles a year, mostly on short business trips to visit clients. Our detached villa in Surrey was not too far from the infernal M25 motorway that casts its noose around London. It was a nice place to live, but even a short car journey can take a long time on the M25. Mandy's coping mechanism for dealing with traffi...
Dismal. That was the best way to describe our ride home. Once the sexual high had worn off a bit, I'd transitioned from horny beyond belief to wondering just what the hell I'd done. What was I thinking? It was difficult to tell what Beth was thinking—as if any man had any sense of what women were thinking. But it didn't take a genius to deduce what a dumbf...
I was born into the film business. Back in the 60's my father was a set designer and worked on a number of well known movies with his firm. When I was just past being a toddler, my dad would take me with him and I was fascinated by all the activity behind film making. It was such a passion that in my teenage years I took any job on a set to learn and study....
(Author's Note: This story is a submission to the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on November 20th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration for this and all FAW...
Author's Note: the fourth story from "The Island" series where we go to the office of ISL&L and find out how it works. The appearance and the behavior pattern of Chloe were taken from the game series "GDS Games Chloe18." The author expresses his deep gratitude to GDS for permission. The author expresses his great appreciation to Sloopb for editing this sto...
Emma looked out the window across the mansion grounds, seeing him in the distance. She thought she heard something, but looked on at him. 'Miss Frost?' Emma heard in her mind. She snapped back to the room. "Girls, I don't appreciate you taking that liberty," Emma chided the Cuckoos firmly. 'Well this is meant to be a telepathy lesson. What are we meant to...