I kick a pebble down the sidewalk, watching it skitter into the gutter. Another aimless afternoon in suburban LA, the sun beating down on my neck, making me wish I'd worn a hat. The mall was a bust today--nothing caught my eye, and the crowds were too thick for my liking. Living with my parents at 25 isn't exactly glamorous, but it's rent-free, and my job at...
As I mentioned in my bio we were involved in swinging "the lifestyle" for years. We've faded out of it but still keep some great friendships and every once in a while fall into a situation. See my story Blow jobs can be boring. We actually started before we married. The lifestyle is not what people think. It's not just fucking other people. There are a who...
23 Somehow, walking over to the lake that afternoon, we were more apprehensive than we'd been any other day during our vacation. We'd talked everything out, agreed to try "soft-swapping" -- basically fooling around with one another up to but not including actual sex -- but maybe it was the planning itself that was making us nervous: on one hand we could not...
Clarissa stumbled her way to work; a half-drank iced coffee in her left hand, her ID card in the other. She swiped her card at the scanner of the employee entrance to Swap Tech Inc., Westboost Branch. She shut the door behind her and took another sip of her coffee. “Good morning!” A chipper voice rang in her ears, someone with far too much energy for 8 in th...
Angus and Sophia had been in their house for fifteen years. Angus being a keen DIY type and with Sophia being in to design and gardens, they had the place in fine condition. Their new neighbours Bruno and Amelia were younger and they had bought a house, at a bargain price, that hadn't changed much since the 1970's. They were working hard to catch up with th...
Author's note: welcome back! To those who left constructive criticism or encouraging words: thank you! It truly does mean a lot and I appreciate it very much. This is the next installment of this series. Unlike the way that I usually write, I'm banging away at this story because I'm fascinated at what will happen. I always found it hard to believe when Step...
Authors Note: This is the conclusion of a two part story. Although this story stands on its own, you might be interested in reading the first part, Wet Miranda's Sperm Swap. The story so far: I am having group sex with my boyfriend Rick, my friend Donna, and her boyfriend Sam. Donna and I are exploring a kink called sperm-swapping, which is the act of shari...
Mary Sue Langley sat back in the carriage and admired the back and shoulders of the man driving her to the swap meet. He was lean and muscular and coal black, but the best parts about him were facing forward or were covered by his overalls. Toby had one of the biggest cocks her pussy had ever entertained, and she had turned him into an adept at eating her ou...
It was the most normal day off. I could finally take a break from a demanding college project and enjoy my life. I looked at my old game console, which I hadn't played in years, and decided to reminisce about the old days. I walked over to it and pressed the power button. It surprisingly started up. I went into the game library and started looking for my fav...
Sue and I went to the pool and got a couple of rum concoctions from the swim-up bar before we headed for the beach. We walked through the shallow water to a corner of the pool and set our drinks on the pool's tiled edge. I swam up close to Sue and whispered to her, "See that couple over on the chaise lounges?" She looked over and saw the good looking couple...