My husband told me a story along these lines, so I've written it from his point of view. I'd so love to make it come true... * After a night of heavy drinking with my wife, she asked me to tell her a fantasy. I thought for a while, and she was fondling me, so I got a bit frisky. "Hmm ... OK, it's more about what you - do something really outrageous - in p...
As she reaches between her thighs with the soapy cloth, Megan’s mind begins to wander to the night's upcoming events. She knows that this party is the last thing that Bill really wants to attend but they made their commitment months ago and backing out now would be difficult at best. How can she repay him for going along without too much grumbling? Her att...
My second story is about a New Year's party that occurred three years ago. As some of you may be aware, those of you that are familiar with Russian culture, the "Russian New Year" is roughly the equivalent of our Christmas, but in a more festive manner. In addition to the exchange of at least a single present, and the use of a tree, at midnight Russians like...
Early in the week I had informed you I was having a business dinner party on Friday night and you were eager to be there. I told you it was a business thing but if you wanted to help you may. I will have 4 gentlemen from Europe over and I would love to have you serve. I had planned out the meals and had every thing ready. You had been asking me what you shou...
(My thanks to the muses who helped me with getting this one done. Victoria for helping with the details, Slave for her encouragement, BD for her help as well. The reader may want to check the first six chapters to understand the concept of what is going on.) * As Missy looked through the closet to find the proper outfit for her lunch date, all she could t...
Randi had been coming to the Trane Station for months. Some friends had suggested it, for that she was glad, but even they hadn’t taken to the place the way she had. She enjoyed the music, always the music, the people she came to know, there were some characters who hung around this place, and she ate dinner there occasionally, even though the food wasn’t ex...
his story is about the experience I shared with my first wife Stacy. I guess you could say she's a "party girl" and that's what led up to our divorce in 1992, but if only I was as perverted back then as I am now I can promise you we'd still be together. Looking back on it now, I realize leaving her was the biggest mistake of my life. We met in 1985 when we...
After work one day Brandon, Chuck, Quinton, and myself were talking in the parking lot sharing stories of sex gone wrong. Everyone agrees that they should be shared and perhaps warp the readers as bad as it did them. But, since I wasn't there, I can't really stretch them into full blown stories. Just pass along what I "lucky" enough to hear. I swear to you e...
To celebrate our fifth anniversary, Charlotte and I decided to return to the place we'd spent our honeymoon and went to Paris. It had nothing to do with rekindling the passion or looking for romance. We enjoyed the city so much and wanted to revisit it and explore new corners, and meet again with some friends, not to mention having great food and wine. Ins...
Joyce had barely made it back to the apartment from the grocery store where she worked as a checkout clerk and tucked the ham she'd brought home—the last one in the store—before it was time to go pick up the Christmas cake she'd ordered from Gleesons before they closed. She had already been cutting her time short—she still had to go buy a tree and figure out...