Note: This is my first adult story ever. I apologize for my English, as it's my 2nd language. I'm from Italy and have a light accent, and I hope you can kind of picture it while reading my story. Enjoy! ***** Remember last night? I've waited so long to make a move on you, and it didn't disappoint. Your event turned out to be a success and you invited back...
I wish I could fill you in with tons of sex, and more erotic adventures, but here it was Monday the fourth day since I had become literally a servant. Somehow I had been expecting tons of kinky, filthy sex but the truth was the only filthy thing I had encountered was dirty rooms, dirty clothes and dirty dishes. My wife had put me to work being a true domesti...
"Just like I always imagined," Mandrake says. Mira doesn't hear him at first. She is looking through her purse trying to find the pain pills the doctor Delray had taken her to had prescribed. He told her to pop a few whenever the pain got to be too much. Her past addictions make her leary of most controlled substances, but with a headache this bad she has no...
Feeling conflicting emotions of anguish and excitement, Leslie checked the test again. No matter how many times she checked, the answer was still there, plain as day. She was pregnant. She had suspected it a week ago, when her period never came and she had feelings of general unwellness. Tender breasts, weird crampy feelings, she hoped it was a sign that she...
The Tree House My thanks to Chastity420 who suggested that I turn this real life adventure into a story. Every year on May 1, my wife and I put the kids to bed, pour ourselves a strong drink, or two, and then recite our favorite poem: Hooray! Hooray! It’s the first of May. Outdoor fucking begins today! I learned this poem many years ago from a book by th...
I had never been to a swing club before, but I'd always wanted to see what it was like. She had never been to a swing club, and had never wondered about it. We were out one evening to a part of town that had a lot of bars and taverns. This was a Saturday night, and one or two of these places featured specifically sexual themes on Saturdays. But I found it to...
Before Marie could grab whatever it was she wanted, we heard voices coming towards us, so at once, we darted behind a stack of suitcases and hid out. The baggage handler and another man stood not more than ten feet away from us. Over the loud rumbling of the train and wind whistling through out the car, Marie and I were able to hear what the two were talking...
The camera went to black and when the lights came up we were in the studio of The Weather Station. Sitting behind the main anchor desk was Heather Tesch and Bill Keneely. Off to their left was Nicole Mitchell at the travel desk. The camera zoomed in on Heather and her alluring large blue eyes; "Wow that was some newscast Bill, I'm not sure we can top that or...
You present yourself to me for our night out. You look divine in your short black and white cocktail dress, skirt flared, flirtatious neckline with most pleasing sightlines to your cleavage, and a hint of rosy nipple if you are not careful. High heeled white pumps, white stocking ending where?, your hair as gorgeous as always, your perfume intoxicating. Pear...
Hello, there. My name is Shannon McLeod and I'm a young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. A five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed gal in her early thirties. Don't let my model-like good looks fool you. I'm one tough cookie. Currently, I'm a patrol supervisor working for the local police precinct. My all-time gr...