Karen was sitting down on the street side of the cafe. She smiled as she sipped some espresso as she watched the men ogling her. She knew her long muscular legs were enticing to admire. She watched as a couple walked by. The wife hit her husband in the arm and mumbled angrily at him as she caught him admiring too long. She thought to herself..."I could have...
In Chapter one our heroine, Kate, a successful businesswoman turning 60, has asked herself a troubling question. Is she a slut? Thus began a series of chapters in which she describes to her husband Henry (her fourth husband) her life beginning with her late teen years and her sexual activities at each stage. The portion in italics in each story is her recoll...
The Neighbour Part 02. I agonized over what to wear to Gary's house for dinner. I considered two options that were on total different ends of the spectrum in terms of the type of outfit. The exact outfit wasn't really what was at issue; it was the impression that was being conveyed that was at issue. 'Should I wear something comfortable that can easily al...
Detective Bradley had seen plenty of bodies during his twenty year career, but the sight of this one still sickened him. He struggled to think of the still warm and bleeding carcass that was laying in the parking lot behind the M & M Lounge in down town Gresham as just an anonymous, adult, caucasian male. Detective Bradley hadn't needed to check the wallet t...
Let me makes something very clear, I am old enough to know better. Me, Wendy, the well endowed unlucky too many times woman who only gets noticed for my boobs, not my brains. It is not like I am a 20 year old kid, some stupid innocent. A whole lot closer to 50 than 40, to be honest. This girl has been around the block no matter how you define that block. Aro...
Normality! Sweet, contented normality! The next few days passed as if the previous tumultuous months hadn't happened. My husband Pete and I got up together, had breakfast together and went to our separate places of work where, for the first time in weeks, I was able to concentrate properly on my job and not my impossibly complicated private life. We had di...
In our previous story (I usually do the writing but she always edits and approves) we described how the fantasy of non-monogamy had fueled our sex fantasies for over two decades. Please read the posts entitled Prologue for background. ***** I described in Prologue how she dabbled in sext play with a previous ex-boyfriend. I label him a boyfriend, but in r...
My name is Julie, and I'm writing this at the command of the man that I have completely and happily surrendered to. All of the names in this story are accurate, as John feels that makes sharing it all the more exciting. A bit of background: I am thirty-eight years old and had been faithfully married for nineteen years. I've always been considered attractiv...
Martin was hurried down the hall to meet his husband. It wasn't that he was eager to get to him, but the pace he was being forced to take made him have to run to him. If nothing else the morning treadmill walks were schooling Martin in how to move quickly in high heels. "MMPPPFFF!!" Martin snorted as they reached the Baron. Martin pulled away from the man t...
San Antonio isn't my favorite city in Texas (I much prefer Austin), and Texas isn't my favorite state (I'll take my native California any day). But when I go there, as I do every year on business, I eat dinner at an expensive French restaurant that is as fine as any this side of Paris. I know the place well. I'm usual able to get one of my business associat...