First section of a four-part story. It all started off playful. Not innocent, but playful. Jim's buddies for many years had had their monthly gatherings. Here in southern Indiana, in this quiet corner of the American heartlands, their meetings were nothing out of the ordinary. Sometimes it was "poker night." More often it was a visit to their favorite loca...
Friday poker had been an institution amongst a group of 6 friends who had been through every year and class of school together and who met every Friday to keep the bond and to make sure they had their time together, something that they all needed as it had been like that for over 10 years. Starting with sleepovers and then movie nights it evolved into poke...
Chapter One: The Grand Tour Lucy assured me she'd look after me as we headed down the long driveway of the country house that now served as the black cock club resort. She had started coming here once a week the previous month but this was to be my first visit. As we parked the car and headed up the steps towards the front door there was nothing about the b...
In the first story, Damian, took charge of me for the next 4 days, to dominate me, to test my limits. This is what I have asked my husband to do for me as a 55th birthday present. This is not a long time fantasy. It came to me out of a conversation I overheard, at a lingerie party, a whim, if you will. My husband, Paul, has been supportive of me and agreed...
This story is my first attempt to write any kind of fiction. I look forward to any feedback in the comments. Also, this first chapter is mostly about setting up the story, so includes a bit of background and takes a bit of time to reach the good stuff. Please bear with it, and the next few stories will be more focused. -------- Tamara was standing there,...
This was bizarre! I had thirteen cards in my hand. I was dressed in my favourite little black dress, wore my best silk stockings and sheerest thong, no bra -- Brian's idea, ( fabulous idea that turned out to be!) -- and the man on my right, whom I had met for the first time tonight, and whom Brian was hoping would offer him a job if all goes well (tonight)...
Chapter 18 Roxanne woke up all of sudden feeling a strong tug on her neck and a warm wetness all over her face. Something coarse was scraping her lips as well. It somehow smelled like a disgusting mix of fish and onion, but there was something else, something even worse she couldn't really put her finger on. It all didn't make sense to her. Everything was c...
"Fucking useless men," I said. "Yes they can be." "I have had it up to here with them," I replied touching the top of my blonde hair. "Yes it did sound like that." "You obviously heard us in the garden." "It was rather difficult to avoid Chris." "Yes, I am sorry." "Don't be silly." "Anyway it's kind of you to invite me round." "Not at all that's wha...
I have a theory. Or maybe I'm just trying to justify how it came about, but for now let's call it a theory and stick with that. Capiche? Excellent. Glad you're on board. Now, as I said, I have a theory, and it goes something like this: if you marry someone that's of a similar size, eventually you end up wearing their clothes. I think most of the time it ha...
I was a senior in high school when I met my first real girlfriend, Melanie. Actually we met at a church social. I asked her out the second time I met her and she agreed. Since we had met at church, we naturally assumed the best of each other and we just barely kissed on our first date. We didn't make much progress and sex was not really on the table. We were...