After that night with Christy and Kevin, my wife began to do all the things that used to make her my favorite little slut, and some more. She was naked around the house much more. She had groomed her pubic hair into a nice little patch above her pussy and dyed the remaining hair blonde, which she had never done before. She was much more daring when we wen...
It had been four years since Bill left the neighborhood and it fell largely to me to keep the wife active as a slut and in the D/s lifestyle she'd adopted. In what follows it should be appreciated that by this time I no longer cared who in the neighborhood knew she'd been Bill's slut, that Bill let other men fuck her and that she was still active as a slut....
Anne hadn't had sex in high school, but she knew sex would come. She wasn't anxious about it. She didn't know when the sex would come, but she was confident it would. All she had to do was wait, and sex would arrive like a beautiful, unexpected present all wrapped up in fancy paper and tied with an elegant bow. That's the way she wanted it to happen. So on...
Thank you so much for your patience. The chapter that I'm working on is coming along okay but I think it can be better. Unfortunately it is going slower because I've been ill and I have to now catch up on my work. Submissions will be slow. Thanks for your comments and I hope you enjoy this latest installment. Have a great week everyone. :) ~!~ Sally was at...
I took Rose's instructions seriously, even if Simon didn't. I slept well. In fact I was beginning to notice that my sleep was beginning to improve. I was still plagued by thoughts and images of all sorts crowding in on me when I first go to bed. But then I do fall asleep for a good six to seven hours. Never quite enough, but more than I was really expecting....
Sara awoke to the sound of running water. She was quite content to lay in the king size bed, the overstuffed down comforter covering her naked body. Karen and Julie had fallen into the other bed and Sara smiled as various body parts protruded from under their comforter. A voice gently called from the living room and Mr. Storm walked in as Sara turned. She s...
Dear Nicole, Yes, you're so right! It was just awesome how much fun I was having! Felicia and I spent many hours after school at my house, since both my parents worked and my mom didn't get home until 5:30. We'd work on homework together and then have some sexy fun for an hour or so until she got home. God, there was a stretch of about two months from Janua...
It was the kind of bar you like when you just want an intimate evening with a bottle of really good scotch; not many people, not too much light, no waitresses in short shorts and tight T-shirts, and no fucking jukebox. I was at Barney’s to drink away the pain in my head caused by having been hit on the head with a pantyhose mannequin. I’m Jase Conford, and I...
From the Notebook of Ulyssa Kincaid Who would have thought that one of life's little ironic pleasures would hinge on a memorably ugly bowling bag? It happened on my last birthday, I'd just turned forty-one. My family had made a big deal about my fortieth birthday the prior year. I'd been surprised at the house Jeremy built with a huge party, gag gifts, male...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older. Chapter 01. My name is Brad Rockefeller and I'm a 25 year old rich brat. I'm 6' tal...