Thank you for all the feedback from the previous stories. Hope you enjoy this next chapter in the series. "I'm waiting Mr Burton. What the hell is going on in here?" Her hands placed on her slender hips. Her rather demure outfit, of which she had many, never really told me any more about her figure. It's all loose cardigans and conservative skirts. Her lo...
Note: The following submission may be too disgusting for most readers as it deals with a fantasy that might better be left on paper. If you find sexual activity surrounding a woman's menstrual flow offensive please do not read any further as it is not my desire to offend anyone. This is the sequel to "Menstrual Love" which you may want to read first. * * *...
Sandra was a latex fetishist. She confessed this to me a couple of months into our relationship when we were in bed one night discussing our fantasies. When I first met her I thought she was a bit prim and proper but I soon changed my mind once we were in the bedroom, in there she was wild. When she told me she was into rubber and latex I was intrigued, fas...
It was a Saturday morning, I was out in the front yard of our home taking care of some lawn mowing & trimming when Mary, my wonderful wife of ten years, came outside on her way to run some errands. I stopped what I was doing as she gave me a kiss and told me that she would be back in a couple of hours, she had several stops to make on her rounds. As she left...
**Author's Note: I apologize that this is late. Had technical difficulties and time management problems. I had only up to 6 Chapters so have to spend the weekend coming up with more. ***** Agnes sat on the shore of the quarry. She was dressed again but still a bit wet; in more ways than one. Though James was only wearing pants. His firm muscles glistened...
It was a doghouse. It dominated the right corner of the backyard. There was no mistaking the classic Snoopy doghouse, painted in the same colors as our house, with a peaked roof and a door with a curved top. If there was any doubt of its tenant, LUCKY was painted over the door of the man-sized doghouse. Gretchen never referred to it as a doghouse—only a pr...
Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life. As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. I'll let you decide what's real and what's not. Chapter 1: Prelude M...
In the dream (or was it a dream?), a warm wind swept across Alma's body, like fingertips grazing her flesh, kneading her breasts and thighs, caressing her moist crevices. Strange feelings took hold of her, an unexplainable passion. An invisible force seemed to beckon her. A phantom voice made sounds of pleasure, moaning low as she writhed about on her bed, r...
They shared email addresses so they could communicate better. Christine got an email that night asking if she could meet him in his office at nine-thirty. It didn't say why. Just short and to the point. So she tried to look extra pretty for him that morning. She knocked on the door. "Come in, it's open. Hello, Christine, lock the door behind you. Something...
Daniel couldn't get into his work at all. Joanne had said she'd hated him. He knew it had been the alcohol talking, but she'd said it repeatedly. If she'd meant those words, he might have gone out to drink himself, but her eyes told him it was a lie. After the third time he'd put the wrong thing in the ricotta blend, his father had sent him out to bus tables...