"Why are up and pruning yourself so early?" Barry asked looking over at his gorgeous wife who was sat in her silk robe, blowing drying and brushing her long, thick brunette hair just the way she liked to do when she was going out for a nice meal or somewhere fancy. "I still have some work stuff that needs doing whilst the office is closed." Zoe answered, c...
Change has a way of passing slowly through a small Pennsylvania town, like an old man window shopping on a Sunday afternoon. As in previous years, the summer of 1967 rolled in with little in the way of fanfare. There were however, some visible changes in my life that year. I was still working at my friend's father's shop. I was doing well there after being t...
Disclaimer: This storyline is a fictitious account of a white married couple dealing with a reparations act being passed in a near future America. It will therefore delve into interracial cuckolding. If this is not your interest, please do not read this story and move on to a subject you prefer. For anyone still reading, I hope you will enjoy the following s...
His Night He laughed to himself as he walked across the little parking lot to the entrance of the farmers market. They had awesome spices, meats, and cheeses. There was a great supply of baking needs and utensils as well as farm and camp supplies. He wondered if this fit into farm or camp supplies. He wasn't even sure what it really was, but he'd seen it he...
Prelude My name is Debbie Taylor. Jim and I have been happily married for thirteen years. I'm a thirty-five-year-old attractive house wife that recently had an amazing sexual awakening. I went to a local photographer's studio for some 'boudoir' photos. These are the type of spicy bedroom photos that a couple can keep and look back on in their older years. T...
After a few days, Michael had calmed down a little from the incident that left him questioning himself. He thought about Lynn constantly, both wishing he could talk to her and wishing he never had to face her again. She had told him that he could trust her, and he wanted to believe that. But how could she ever understand the situation if he couldn't understa...
This is a depiction of a sex game we played as young adults living together after the guys got out of the Army. We traded parts around but one of the guys had a wonderful Peter Sellers faux German accent. Merkwürdigliebe being German for "strange love." Dr. Merkwürdigliebe Samuel was an old-time traditionalist, the Bible told him to be fruitful and multipl...
We order coffee and brunch we realised we were pretty hungry, hardly surprising considering the sexual activity of the past 10 or so hours. I made the mistake of shuffling on my seat and got a reminder of the state of my grungy panties as they rasped against my still swollen clit. My expression must have been noticed by Mark who without saying anything left...
This is a true story written in collaboration with my model, 'Kasey', from her perspective. I first discovered I liked to be looked at sexually when I was only 18. I was sitting on a train with very short skirt on and i noticed that the man opposite me was staring. I was used to men staring at my boobs, but he wasn't staring at them, he was staring at my...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are imaginary and fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. There are no minor/underage characters involved in any kind of sexual activity or sexual relationship in this story. ***** It was a beautiful morning in early summer months in a small coastal town in the state of Goa, India. This plac...