Every story is preceded by another story, usually an untold one. Let me go back to where I think all the relevant events started. * * * * Coming in from the warm summer evening just home from work, my mouth watered the instant I walked into my house. My eyes were immediately greeted with the sight of that hot, tight ass of the long-haired blonde, barely cl...
Preface :) - Many years back, in the late 90s, when I first discovered the internet and started reading erotica, one of the first wife stories I read involved a musical chairs situation. It caught my fancy at once and I read it many times before moving on to other stories. This was on some minor website, not the big ones like ASSTR or Literotica. A few month...
When Eva and I returned from our weekend getaway, she was a new woman. She fucked me every day for a week after, often fantasizing about her rendezvous with Sam. Things naturally slowed down after a while but reliving the memories of that night when she acted like a total whore were often part of our foreplay. When Eva would put on some lingerie before one...
This is a nasty and graphic story about two barely legal girls and two very urban vampires that I tried to write as cliche-free as possible, not an easy trick, but I hope it's a treat. Remember when Gary Hart was running for President and got caught out with Donna Rice? He took some bigtime heat from the media, probably more from Mrs. Hart, and had to drop...
It was late summer - a miserably hot, humid season in the city. The fact that I was stuck at an outdoor baby shower for someone I barely knew compounded my unhappiness. Even in a seersucker skirt and white V-neck t-shirt, I was sweating freely in the sticky afternoon heat. One saving grace was that there was plenty of wine (I'd brought a few bottles myself a...
I get out of the shower and quickly towel myself off. Looking in the mirror, I know I should shave as I have the beginnings of a light beard forming; but per usual, I opt not to. I open the bathroom door and head down the hall to my bedroom. "What time is it?" I ask. "It's almost 5." You reply. "Are you almost ready? We're running a bit late" "Yep, I...
The decision Laura woke up late this morning. It was a Saturday and in any case school was out for the summer so she had no particular reason not to sleep late. Stretching lazily in bed she fondly recalled what had transpired a short few hours ago. Giving her crotch a good rub she decided to make her way to the kitchen for some breakfast. There she found he...
1991 For no fathomable reason, being a criminal lawyer had been Christina Hunt's ambition since she was old enough to have any idea what she wanted to work at. No one in her family had been in the law and there was no logical reason that drew her to it. That is other than her love of the TV programmes Rumpole of the Bailey, Perry Mason and Cavanagh QC. She...
Mariam stood in the half light of early morning looking out over the garden wall of her villa to the buff coloured, dusty track beyond. She had found this villa two years ago and had fallen in love with its tranquillity and seclusion. Following the divorce she had had money and time on her hands and had flown out to Phallos to regroup and rebuild her shatter...
I was on my way to pick up my partner, a playing partner in badminton, we had a match. My name is Pat; I am six foot tall and eighty kilos, medium build and am thirty six. I have played badminton for many years in local leagues. Call me big headed, but, I am good at my sport. I am half Indian and half English in origin. My badminton partner was Susan; sh...