This wasn't the first time my wife and I have talked about a threesome. I have been trying to talk the wife into doing a threesome for quite a while. She seems to kind of warm up to the idea of it sometimes, then kind of doesn't want to talk about for a while. So I try to get the hints in when I can. We did have a few threesomes with one of my wives friends...
There was a collective silence in the room. All gathered had expected the word 'Master' to erupt from the Princess' lips and it seemed all were to be disappointed. The slave in question gazed forward with a remarkably stoic look that amused even Lucius, so much so that he had to work to keep his face straight and his expression foreboding. 'So be it,' he s...
Chapter Two Typical fucking Dad: the worst man on the planet for communication. It was part of the general history of my parents' relationship that Mom was always trying to get a date with the elusive Jared Smitinger, my father by unfortunate consequence. He never phoned her, and she was sure for a while that he didn't actually like her until she accidental...
Michelle and I didn't venture too far from the seats where Erin had left us for a good portion of the evening. That being our first time at an After Party, we were content on people-watching -- and sometimes animal-watching, depending on the costume -- and having people come to us to socialize. If it weren't for all of the furry, fuzzy, and feathery outfits...
Several days later she sent a message to him that he was to dine with her that evening. His clothes had been collected from the Themis before she had set sail and he was given a fine set of his evening clothes to wear. As he dressed, Catherine stood before her own wardrobe, unsure of what to wear herself. Normally she would wear the same clothes as any capt...
FRIDAY NIGHT 1 It wasn't until early Sunday morning, that Michelle had appreciated her husband's promise to make sure that everyone loved her, was more real than she imagined. A beautiful woman in her early-thirties, dark hair and oceanic eyes, Michelle always felt an emptiness that she couldn't quite fill. Logan, her husband, always tried his best to ful...
Except for my shoes, I was naked, pressed up against the plate-glass of our hotel room window. I faced the traffic, the flashing lights and the glitter of the Vegas strip below, legs apart and arms raised high above my head as if in surrender. From behind me, Dan ran his stiff cock up and down along the seam of my pussy, lubricating himself with my juices. A...
Ellen stood at the butcher's block–that also served as an island–peeling and quartering potatoes for dinner. She nervously glanced at the clock. 4:15. Her husband would be home in an hour. The thought made her smile and feel giddy. Nearly ten years of marriage and she still trembled at the mere thought of him. After the potatoes were quartered and washed, s...
It was on a vacation to Greece in 2005 that I and my girlfriend of the time became exhibitionists. Leaving England behind for a week in the Aegean can do that to a couple. It was our Greek experience. I'm only sorry we can't post videos on the Greek National Tourism website. If there were any videos, which I doubt, and which I regret. I will have to use word...
Surely she wasn't the only one. Everyone did it, harbored wicked thoughts. Of course they did—it was all hidden beneath their business suits and workday clothes. She couldn't be the only one. Of that she was certain. But maybe, maybe she was the only one who'd crossed the line. Who'd moved from wicked thought to action. The 5:45 p.m. train from Linley Sta...