The following story contains watersports and is a continuation, by popular demand, of a story of consensual sex which some readers may find somewhat extreme. Please rate and comment as feedback is very welcome! I hope you enjoy and suggest you seek out the first part if you have not come across it yet. *** The icy cold of the tiles beneath Beth had numbed...
This is the third in a series of accounts of the juicier aspects of my life. Although I hope it stands alone as an erotic narrative, it would probably be preferable for continuity if the first two parts were read first. Your choice though and let me know what you think. Thanks Cat * The Craig aftermath. The move went well, but then Richard and his assi...
1 - Prologue: Adjusting her clothing, Freya Dankworth stepped out of the house onto the dimly lit street. She cautiously descended the steep steps from the front door; spike-heeled shoes don't provide the best footing on stone flags made slippery by drizzle. Freya checked the street in both directions, making sure that nobody she knew was approaching. Unli...
Howdy, folks. How have you been? It's me, Stephen Valcourt. The tall, extremely good-looking, sexy black man from the world-famous Georgia Institute of Technology who's doing some traveling in the American countryside and finding many creative ways to pass the time. Last time we spoke, I was in Alaska. I met a lonely black chick wrestler named Adrianna Pleas...
The Face of Innocence Hides a Dirty Mind My girlfriend and I had been together a couple of years and thought we had probed each others dirty minds until recently, all helped along by a couple of pages I’d ripped out from a magazine and thought were hidden and these sordid thoughts put into reality more recently by a chance meeting with a woman in France. H...
It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...
I did see twenty-year-old Craig again for we had to complete the tennis competition, but we both knew it was over. Having him cum on my face, fuck me three times in my house and sleep all night with me had brought closure to our fling, we both knew that. Over the next few months I was tempted a couple of times when I would see his number in my addresses on m...
I guess it began on my birthday. The affair. The 'sordid little secret' I was to keep for so long. That's how he described it. My husband. Big tears dripping off his nose. "How could you," he said, his pained expression also bringing me to tears. How could I? How could anyone? I believe that love and lust have one thing in common. Both can get you into trou...
* Part 2 of a story that I have been working on for quite sometime and am at a Stumbling block on chapter V. * Hopefully publishing my work here will inspire me. * When I first wrote this a few years back I didn't realize my male perspective dominated this chapter. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...
I could feel the curious eyes of every person on the street upon me, as he led me out the door by my leash. The light breeze carried the heady scent of sex I wore with every step I made. The two nameless voyeurs, my Master pointed out, were still standing across the street, as if they knew we would only be a short while in the hotel. They had waited just to...