Note to readers: In the interest of moving the story forward, I will skip the details of my Wednesday Brazilian bikini waxing (truthfully not all that erotic), and that evening's session with my husband's tongue and cock on my newly-hairless pussy while I was blindfolded, tied down and spread-eagled on the bed (truthfully, INCREDIBLY erotic!). I will only sa...
Note to readers: continuing thanks for the wonderful feedback, public and private! We're reading all of them and enjoying! ------------------------ Monday began with the weekday choreography of taking showers, eating breakfasts, packing lunches, and getting three kids to three different schools. Then back home to work. At least until the stores opened. I...
Revision of 2012 February 10 Published by Alyx Crowley at Smashwords Copyright 2012 Alyx Crowley Adult Content: This story contains explicit sexual content that is not suitable for those under 18 years of age, and may be considered offensive by some readers of all ages. License Notes: Thank you for downloading this free ebook; I hope you enjoy it. Altho...
This is meant to be the third part of a series. The first installment was Wrestling on the Third Date and the second was Hiking With Nicole. This story should stand alone but please refer to those for the back story. We were laying in bed after sex one Wednesday night when Nicole sprung yet another surprise on me. It started like this: "Do you have any bi-...
At age 33 Mona's life had become stable. She was about 5'7" and 120 lbs. Her face and hair were attractive and her body was in good shape. Her most obvious physical attribute was her 34DD chest and that fact was a huge influence in her life. She'd found and married a man, Tim, who worshipped her chest. He had other strong points and Mona loved him but she kn...
"Whose ass is this?" Nancy screamed at me as she had me bent over the edge of the bed and fucking me in the ass with her 8" strap-on dildo. "It's your ass Mistress; it has always been your ass!" I replied through gritted teeth. Earlier that evening, my loving wife, came out of the bathroom with her jet black hair pulled back into a bun and wearing black ri...
**Written for one of my best friends.... the story is completely fictitious.... For you Nes** * Its hard being all alone, especially when you are so young. At nineteen Vanessa had been left all alone, her father had left home before she had been born and as she stood there looking down a deep hole at her mother lying six feet below her in a wooden box she...
Who am I? That would seem a silly question to ask at the beginning of a story, but for me that question is all too important. I used to be a fairly normal guy named Ben, and at 25 I thought I had a good enough job and a normal enough life. My story really starts several months ago, a day that seemed like any other, like many before it. I was woken up when m...
"I'll see you in three hours, babe," you say. We make our goodbyes, and I hang up the phone. Time to shower. Stripping as I go, I smile my way into the bathroom and turn on the water. I let it get warm, but not too hot; I know that I'll be in there for a while. Slipping past the curtain, I enter the shower and stand immediately under the warm stream. I allo...
The sound of steel clashing against steel shattered the quiet repose surrounding Doug Sanders while he read the contents on the label. He heard her before he saw her. Her voice was soft, caressing, apologetic, but clear as a bell. She was apologizing profusely for having run her shopping cart into his. He started his long drawn out gaze at her knees, upward...