Juliette and I hadn’t seen each other in almost two months. The last time we’d even spoken to one another on the phone had been a disaster. And the last time we’d seen each other…well, let’s just say that things had not gone well. So when she called and said that she was coming over…’to get a few things and maybe talk’ I didn’t know what to think. Of course,...
We ate pancakes. And discussed things that needed to be done outside my one bedroom den of iniquity on the outskirts of Kansas City. There were things that we could do, or I could just recline in the lap of sexual luxury all day. I decided that all encounters that day, and there would be encounters, would take him by totally surprise. So, at my urging, we...
As we get older, birthdays seem less important and, in fact, are something to try and ignore. And presents are often embarrassing, particularly when it comes to saying thank-you. Not always. Last summer, my wife Trish and I set off for a week's holiday to a little village on the coast of Cornwall. It had been booked months before and although we had planne...
This story is based on a great experience I had in Oxford. James is 45, five 10, intelligent and, slightly to his surprise, is considered attractive by many women. He had met Hermione, his girlfriend's 19 year old cousin, at an Oxford student party some months before. She had looked very attractive in tight white jeans and when they got on well, he surpris...
Note: The story below contains graphic depictions of bisexual activity and bisexual watersports. If this activity displeases you, please hit the return button now. So there I was, waiting at the airport for my friend Christine, and nervous as hell. Years ago, in college, Christine and I had been lovers. We continued to sleep together off and on for years, b...
The leather tongue of the riding crop came down on my proudly erect left nipple, forcing me to cry out. My feet scrambled for purchase on the floor as my whole body reacted to the slap on my tit, but I was too high off the ground. The handcuffs cut into my wrists until I could still myself enough to get my toes back on the cool cement. I hung there, my arms...
Authors note: This little story is based on a series of true events. Of course I might have embellished things a tiny bit for artistic license. Names have been changed to protect the guilty parties, no one under eighteen, et cetera, et cetera. This is a follow up to I'M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING. So you might wanna read that first, or not. Be gentle in...
NOTE TO READERS: In case you were wondering, all the characters in this series are real. Our heroine really was called Snow White because of her looks and the virginal life she led. The Prince and Snow White met online, and have been together for a few months, loving life each day. Please vote, and send us your feedback. We love reading it, and it inspires...
It was a stormy August afternoon, when a young man stepped out of his silver convertible. Attempting to get shelter for the evening at a small innocent looking inn on his way from his home in Norman Oklahoma to start his new job in Las Cruces. As he stepped through the front door into the main lobby he was greeted by a beautiful tall heavier set woman. "Welc...
You are my secretary. You come in with the morning mail wearing smart business attire - - a black skirt ending just above the knee, white blouse, navy jacket, black thigh high stockings, and heels. Your red hair is pulled up. You give me a prim smile as you hand me the day's post, turn on your high heels, and walk briskly out my door. My eyes linger on the s...