Thanks to Unsung Muse for the challenge of writing this story! * "Caroline! ... Caroline, wait!" The last thing I wanted to do was wait. My cheeks were burning bright red and I knew I was going to cry. All I wanted to do was get out of there. But my lawyer — who was also my friend — deserved at least a little courtesy, so I stopped. I held my eyes tightl...
The narrator of this is the same or similar to the one in my other 1970s stories, but it's set on a different time line. ***** McSorley's Old Ale House is one of the oldest taverns in New York City. Supposedly Abraham Lincoln stopped off there after making a 1860 campaign stop at the Cooper Union Institute just down the block. By October 1974 it had been i...
The bar looked like a typical American bar on a hot summer day. But it wasn't. It was on the raunchy Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany, and it was a live-sex-show bar. There was a padded red-rug-covered platform for live sex performances built up against the inside of the bar counter. It was a mere ten steps from the open door and could clearly be seen from th...
Chrissy worked her fingers in carefully, stretching her labia, unfolding that little edge of her puffy nether lips that tucked inward...flattening the pliant flesh to avoid nicking her tender skin. The razor felt wickedly erotic as the sharp triple blade whisked away the tiny hairs that she normally ignored, lifting one lip, then the other. She made sure eve...
This is a compilation of true stories and may be somewhat more tame than other fiction-based stores. I find true to be much sexier. *** I'm married to a very pretty 48 YO MILF named Michelle. 5' 9" curly strawberry blonde hair, great breasts, perky nipples, beautiful toned legs and the most silky smooth skin I've ever felt. The sex has always been great bu...
INITIATIONS Many threads to tie up, so please be patient with me, there'll be some fun in the course of the story. Please consult the previous episodes and the Vicar of St. Dunstan's Guide for more background on the characters. It was dusk in the open spaces of Western Kansas. It's my favorite time of day on the family ranch: sitting on the hill next to...
Ronnie loved Sundays. It was the only day of the week she took away from the bar and she hated wasting them by sleeping late. She grumbled to herself when she discovered that it was nearly ten o’clock by the time she had managed to pull herself out of bed. She slipped a pair of denim shorts over her naked hips and pulled her favorite Sunday shirt from the cl...
Decidedly put in my sissy submissive place by Mistress Leader Marta, I resolved to be much more careful and obedient. I also was aware of my excitement at her Dominance and power. When another participant sat down next to me, I was recovered enough to look up to say hello. I recognized him as one of those I had seen earlier standing around and chatting afte...
- Friday, October 31, 2013, California, just outside of Los Angeles - I finished up my email and closed the laptop. It's getting late, I better go carve the pumpkin and set it out for the kids to see. Why oh why did I ever buy this house out in the burbs? My accountant thought Real Estate would be a great investment for my sudden millions from the stock op...
I love Xander, but sometimes he's not very smart. He had spent months worrying about Y2K, insisting that on January 1, 2000, there was a very good chance that computers -- which ran everything -- would get confused and misinterpret the year as 1900, leading to a number of potential catastrophes. Elevators would get stuck. Airplanes would just stop flying. A...