It was a magical time, 1972. Me and three buddies, and occasional girlfriends, shared a big house on a shady street in a middle class neighborhood, in a nondescript town. But the time, as I said, was magical. Before the year was over most of us had slept with each other, sometimes in a pile – but this story is about one special night, in the late spring… We...
[Note: This is a continuation of the story commencing with Double Vision 1 in which the main characters are introduced and described. The chapters are meant to be read in numerical order.] As Halloween approached, my gorgeous girlfriend Daniella informed me that we would be attending an erotic costume ball and that her identical twin Darolyn and her submiss...
I pulled the Nervegear helmet off and just lay in bed for a moment, shaking. The feelings, the sensations I'd felt in the virtual world of Coramandel still lingered, ghost-like, in my mind, and I thought for a second I could taste Coraline's juices in my mouth, feel the ache between my legs where Razor had fucked me. Cautiously, I reached down between my le...
(All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.) I looked up at the girl standing above me (quite a feat, actually, as her enormous rack ensured the task was not an easy one). There were strands of loose, blonde hair framing her face as she beamed down at me. Her brown eyes conveyed a sense of love I still was not familiar with; even so I knew t...
You may laugh at the notion that Cyn wants to be 'good' and just can't help herself, but it's true and this is just part of the long story that tries to explain why. This is a completely original work of fiction that has basis in real life; the characters are imaginary, even though they're real to me and I've enjoyed this experience. If you enjoy the story,...
Readers of previous chapters will perhaps remember that after my weekend away with my husband, Dave, I, Paula Bradshaw, housewife, of a UK Midlands Parish, had developed an enthusiasm for exhibitionism. I was so full of the fun we'd had that I was challenged by my female friends to attend the party at the local rugger clubs after the first match of the seaso...
I had been to this particular establishment before. I knew very well what they did and the women here were nearly all abducted. I knew that. What had brought me here today or rather on this night, was the loss of my slave. I had sold her when I got bored with her. I had a particular taste in women that required them to be both submissive and very slight in b...
Note to readers: Since I'm never sure which stories and characters I'll eventually return to, none of my stories have chapter numbers. I try to make them work as stand-alone stories, but if you'd like to see what preceded the events of this story or read them in the order they occur, please see "Karen loses control, and likes it!" This story picks up right w...
My wife Alison had always been, shall we say, reticent when it came to exploration and unusual experiences in our sex-times after we were married some years ago. Her idea of good sex had been lying on her back, pleasing me as I shagged into her until I climaxed, and then demanding that I please her with my hands or my lips or my tongue. Just occasionally wit...
'Mr. Morton, what is the meaning of this?" Mrs. Swanson had summoned Carl Morton her newest boarder to her parlor. Displayed on the coffee table were two white sheets; white. that is. except for the yellowish stains that Carl could plainly see. "I..I..I d.d.don't know!" Carl stammered embarrassed to be questioned about the obvious semen stains on the otherw...