He bent down and kissed my cheek. Immediately, from the touch of his lips and his smell, I knew that he was the man I could never forget. The man who now lived in my darkest fantasies. He was the man that had taken me to the height of sexual ecstasy and back three different times and he was standing before me, only now he had a name and a face. TWO YEARS EA...
All members of the story are over 18 and consenting adults. I look forward to any comments and advice as I'm still learning. Thanks for reading. ***** I guess I should start by describing myself. I'm 50 years old 5'6 with brown hair and eyes. My tits are 36b and my husband says I have a perfect ass and very wet cunt when I get horny. With all the men aroun...
I head to the giant white leather couch and sit. I'm alone since everyone is outside in line. There's a sex tape between a woman and a clown playing on one of the flat screens. One of the TVs flips between different camera footage from each room of the house. I watch. hoping to see Damon and Chris while it pans. It flips to the camera in the Toy Roo...
She pulled the dress on over her head and looked in the mirror. It was form fitting, just short enough to be inappropriate for work and just long enough to be appropriate in a small town. She pulled on a jean jacket and slipped her feet into a pair of simple heels. It was far from her normal attire, but tonight she had to blend in. Her heels echoed on the...
Last year, I wrote a story entitled Foul Language, wherein a bitter, angry Geoff Matheson had been through an ugly, unjustified divorce from his wife of 30 years. The most dispiriting part of the whole episode was the vile treatment he received at the hands of his wife's divorce lawyer, one Claire LaPointe. Geoff survived the divorce, and moved to the West...
Rick and Holly felt like they'd known each other forever. They'd chatted on instant messenger for years and even talked on the phone for hours at a time. Very soon, though, they'd get to spend a weekend together. No distractions, no phones, TVs, kids, or anything else – just the two of them and their ever-growing lust for each other. Since they'd known eac...
Sofia and I went back to the gazebo exactly one week later, to the hour. One of the same couples was there. So was a man sitting alone, casually, with his arms back on the rails, smoking a cigarette. He said hi in a friendly way. He was in his 30s, not bad looking, with a mane of curly hair. We greeted the others knowingly but discreetly. The presence of t...
Sylvia sighed as she stepped through the first set of mechanized doors. She could feel the anticipation and excitement in her joints, her fingers, her toes. She was anxious to be inside the sterile room where the experiment was to take place. She'd been reading and preparing for weeks. The day had finally arrived. In the first room, she stripped down to her...
My life-altering ordeal began on a spring day last year when I responded to an ad for the selling of a 1960 Porsche. I didn’t have nearly the $14,000 the owner was asking so my curiosity was really a complete waste of time. I promptly arrived at the owner’s hillside home and he greeted me with earnestness. He was in his late forties or early fifties - I coul...
Before Breakfast: When he woke he as disoriented - he didn't know the time, couldn't see the light or see anything, blinking he felt the blindfold. He tried to stretch, but his arms were still bound behind him. He tried to move , to sit, but his leash didn't have enough slack. As he moved, she pushed him down and kissed him, "Good morning, my little slut. I...