This story involves fetish and wife swapping. If this is not for you, please consider finding another story. Thank you. * It's Saturday morning in August in Concord, New Hampshire. The temperature is in the 80's and the dew point is about 55. There is no possibility of rain. It will be warm and dry. My wife, Pam, has convinced me that we should go to the...
She came out of the hotel toilet and took my breath away. We had talked and talked and talked about this night, agonising over each detail. It was a huge step to open our marriage to sex with others, and though we were both excited by the idea, neither of us wanted to risk our marriage. So we'd ended with this night that had started as a fantasy of mine, but...
I see you looking at me a lot at work today. I got dressed up for you, in my tight black skirt and thin, see-through white blouse. I've been working out a lot lately, and want to show it off. Okay, I'll be honest, what I really want is to drive you crazy. We've had a couple of drunken conversations online; you told me you find me sexy. You said you like my...
Please read Whip It Out and Amber for background. * The first semester of 1983 was fairly uneventful. Amber was settling into college. I had to do a year at our local Junior College so I traveled most weekends to pick her up. We occasionally stayed in her dorm room some weekends. The typical teenage fucking and sucking is what we accomplished. In reflec...
"Black Kink, there's an App for that," Stevenson Fils-Aime said aloud, stroking his goateed chin. The big and tall, dark-skinned young Haitian man lay in bed, in the basement of his aunt Mabel's townhouse in the City of Orleans, Ontario. With his aunt visiting old friends in the City of Montreal, Quebec, the brother had the place to himself. What's a brother...
"Wow! You gotta read this, babe! It's hilarious!" Amber called out to her boyfriend, Jason. "Can't, the shootout is about to start," Jason replied as he ran from the kitchen with a cold beer in hand from the refrigerator, back to the couch in Amber's living room. "Stupid hockey," Amber mumbled to herself, and called out to Jason, "Never mind then, sweetie!...
When I was 15, I used to mow the Scott's lawn. He was a retired cop, in his seventies and she was a housewife, maybe in her mid-forties. Their daughter was grown and gone. Mr. Scott had had two heart attacks and was physically feeble, although his mind was sharp. He would invite me to eat lunch with him. I'd enjoy a sandwich and his cop stories, along with t...
I was in the living room watching 'Dating Beyond Borders' on YouTube trying to plan a holiday with my friends. Choosing a country to visit based on its stereotypical dating culture, seemed like a good way to ensure a good time. So far South American countries were the biggest contender, though my limited funds and the fact that my friends were still at Uni w...
Copyright Neonurotic The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # Kink with Coffee: 1st Cup Java Vamp The sexy, voluptuous head night nur...
"I like to fuck Muslim men, especially Black Muslim men with my strap-on dildo," said Mistress Choukri, smiling at the camera. In the basement of her townhouse, located in a quiet corner of the Glebe area of Ottawa, Ontario, she felt quite comfortable being interviewed by a certain reporter. Might as well shed some light about what it is I do, Mistress Chouk...