continued from "Convincing My Slut Wife" I spent a different night each week at some upscale hotel or motel lounge. I averaged two johns a night, five one night. I got between $50 and $100 each time. Brian was getting close to picking up an extra $1000 a month from my whoring. One time I was interrogated by an undercover cop who said he had heard somethin...
Max Dexler sat on the edge of his desk idly leafing through a collection of CV's. "Is this the lot Sue?" "Yes Dad" said Sue returning with two coffees. "They're a pretty sorry bunch, but there is one you might like." "And her name is?" "Grace Halifax Dad. The least qualified but weirdly the most appropriate." "Grace, Grace, Grace, ha here she is" said Ma...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Until I met Susie I didn't have much of an idea what innuendo meant. For all I knew, it could've been an Italian brand of suppository. I still remember that evening quite clearly. There were about a dozen of us at an informal dinner party hosted by Alan Johnston and Clare Jenkins, celebrating their engagement. We were all in our final year at Edinburgh Univ...
Kumar returned to April's room in a matter of minutes, having quickly thrown on a polo shirt and Dockers over his underwear. Slipping on a pair of casual shoes, he returned to find April still alone: her stepmother was still out shopping, apparently. But it was only minutes later that the door to the room was opened with a key and a woman, burdened with bo...
Student and Teacher (Chapter 5) Kathryn M. Burke Truth be told, one of the main reasons why Iris had introduced Damon to Marla was to share the sexual burden a bit. She had still not told him the story of her past experiences with men, but even he could sense that she wasn't quite used to the pace and intensity of his sexual demands. They didn't, of cou...
Rhonda Miller really didn't like dating—but what was the option? Staying at home and being lonely; having an affair with a married man; or throwing herself at any presentable male, of whatever age, just to get some relief from certain compelling physical urges. No thanks! It's true that, when you're a forty-eight-year-old woman, even one who is reasonably...
In their college dorm the two teen sisters, presented a united front, standing up for each other. Both spectacularly beautiful, they triggered a lot of envy in less lovely girls, who often schemed to spite them. So they frequently needed to defend each other. But at home the sisters never ceased to bicker, always finding something to argue about, usually som...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hi fellows, new chapter and all. Very many thanks to my editing team, Allyourbase and LogicalDreamer for their input on this chapter, in addition to their support and encouragement of my writing. Also, if you like what you see, I'd apprec...
Author's note: In the not-too-distant future, this will be a true story. Audrey Jensen stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry. The full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door reflected a medium height, red-haired beauty with a superb figure; long shapely legs, narrow waist, toned stomach, and high firm breasts that displayed alert rosebud...