After 14 years of marriage my wife and I got into SLS (we are approaching 20 years of marriage now). Setting up the first experience was not easy as we did not know anyone in the life style. I signed up on a few sites and a very nice BBC reached out to us. I showed my wife our 1st email and could see it excited her. It had been 14 years since she had been w...
It was a hot summer's evening and the last of the guests had left. My wife and her best friend, who was staying the night, were upstairs getting the kids to bed while I cleared the debris of the party away in the garden, cleaned up the barbecue and set the dishwasher off in the kitchen. It was still pretty muggy even though it was nearly 8pm so I had remove...
The Mistress had sent me away for the evening. She would be entertaining an old friend tonight…someone who wasn't aware of Her lifestyle, and my own role in it. It might be best, the Mistress said, for me to be scarce while Her friend was with Her. But She cautioned me to have my cell phone charged and on, in case plans changed. The call came fifteen minute...
As they came in the room, she stood up. He took off his jacket and handed it to her. She put it on a hanger, and closed the closet door. She went to the bar and fixed his drink, brought an ashtray and drink over to him. His friend smiled up at her, but she stared at the wall, face completely blank. "Did you behave while we were gone?" "Yes Sir." He picked...
She had always wanted to be watched by some stranger while making love to her husband, the thought of the thrill was even more erotic then the act itself. So when we approached the subject during the heat of our passion one night I jumped at the chance to let him know that it was a superior fantasy of mine. We talked more about it that evening and we decide...
By Brett Lynn with BrownCuriousity "Damn, I'm running late." Liyah looked at the time on her cell phone with a bit of disgust, then lifted her trucker cap and smoothed down her long, straight jet-black hair. Adjusting the hat and accompanying sunglasses to her comfort, she slipped her cell back in her purse and walked up the last step of the Astor Place tr...
Both her friend and the Dom look at each other with puzzled looks. The friend places his paddle down and motions for the door as before just cracking it open just barely. The sybian still mercilessly massages itself deep into her being. She takes this time to gasp for breath. Her massive rump throbs red, the roaring sybian massaging her throbs away. There wa...
Author's Note: This is an idea I have had for a great number of years. Not a lot of sex in this first installment, but there will be more to come. If you enjoy this story, please let me know so that I am encouraged to continue to write additional chapters. It is likely not perfect, I wrote it at around 3 AM once a week over a couple months... Constructive c...
Father Ted DiBiase sat in the priest's section of the confessional booth. As per his usual habit, he took the opportunity to pray for God to grant him the strength, heart, and wisdom to help the next parishioner that stepped into the confessional booth. He ended his prayer by thanking the lord for listening to him and made the sign of the cross over his body...
After last night, I had to strip the hotel bed and let it air dry. I didn't want the hotel staff coming in and thinking of me as a slut. I took a shower, got dressed and went to orientation. The entire day I was distracted with the pleasure from last night. The excitement of what I was about to do tonight kept me wet and distracted throughout orientation. Af...