Thank you Sexy_Tat for all your help with editing and suggestion. * There has always been something about wearing a wig that you liked. You have always had the ability to instantly slip into the persona brought on by the wigs. You discovered this talent in talent in junior high while taking drama classes. But as with any capability you simply forgot it as...
Things settled into a level of normalcy. Cunt naturally didn't want things to change but Twinky Dick, being a new addition to our little games, was still kind of an unknown at first. After a couple weeks he seemed into the swing of things. He liked taking her up the ass when they were on their own I think because he thought he somehow had that more to himse...
After three glasses of wine -- or was it four? -- it had seemed like a really good idea. Rosemary had told Virginia that she would be perfect. 'Perfect?' 'Yes. Perfect. You're classy. You're elegant. And you're the right age.' 'The right age? You mean I'm old?' 'No! Not old. But older. Mature is the word they use. Look it up on the internet. Just Google...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
My wife and I have been married for 12 years. Susan is a 32 year old mother of 2. Her body still amazes me. I swear she is getting better looking as she gets older. We were talking on night about this strip club we have driven by several times and the fact that she has never been to one. I tried explaining what the place is like, although I have not been the...
The next day, after my whole day pleasuring Olga, Angie called me. "You know, I still can't walk. What do you think about that?" I answered, "Well, it sounds like you're trying to stroke my ego." "Yeah, I know you, you pervert," she continued, "that's not all you'd like me to stroke." I laughed and figured it was time to line up my next encounter with one...
This story is a sequel to "The Battery" * Veronica was a client referred to me by Karen, a friend of mine. My name is Rick and I am a photographer working out of a studio in my home. I used to do mostly weddings and grad photos, but since my friend Joan convinced me to do Boudoir photography for her I have had a number of new clients interested. Now before...
***ALL CHARACTERS OVER AGE 18*** I led my hands up his jeans - tight, with a sliver of skin starting to show at his waistband. He waited patiently, not nearly as pathetic as some of the boys I'd known, grabbed my hand and led it closer towards him. "Is this what you want?" I asked, fingertips gripped around his waistband, against the soft give of his smoo...
Fletcher (given name), generally called Fletch, pulled his suitcase from the carousel at Tokyo's Narita airport and made his way through Customs to the arrivals hall. He was anxious to meet Kaito and his wife Yuki with whom he had been doing business with for over ten years but had never met in person. They both spoke English perfectly. Formal greetings ove...
This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. But please email the author at to request such consent. ***** She snuggled up next to me, her head on my shoulder, her leg over my thigh and her hand laying on my cock. At first she lightly drummed her fingers on my cock, b...