This is the 4th installment of my 'Our New Villa' series. I hope you have had a chance to read the other stories but for those who haven't I'll provide a recap. In the mid nineties myself and my fiancée Berni had bought a villa in Portugal so we could indulge our love of naturism. I knew Berni and her friends had been wild in their teens and early twenties...
I gulped as I entered the tattoo shop. I'd been thinking about getting a tattoo for years now and I'd finally worked up the courage to get one and I hoped to god I didn't chicken out. "Hey little lady what can I do for ya?" A well muscled man covered in tattoos greeted me with a southern accent. He was dressed in only a pair of jeans that hung low on his h...
I left Mika in the hot tub to soak away as many of her aches and pains as possible while I picked out the clothes I wanted her to wear for our day's adventures. I opened the walk-in closet that I gave to Mika to store her clothes and shoes. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the wide variety of clothes I had gotten for her, plus the ones she had brou...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
She was a slut when I married her. All the signs were there; I was just too lost in love (or lust) to have paid any attention. Well, I know now, oh boy do I know now! I met Vonda at the public library. She was a volunteer worker and donated her time two or three days a week. Sometimes she worked the checkout counter, sometimes she worked in the back catalog...
From her living room window, Polly spied the Baron. He wasn't called 'the Baron', but his first name was Baron and he lived across the street from her. Every morning she watched him leave his house to go to work (what did he do, exactly?) and every morning she let out a sigh of frustration. My God, he is so sexy, she breathed, gazing out at him at him as he...
I have to thank Arilyn Writer for the editing job without which this effort would not be readable. The thing is though when I get a project back I always have to change something, so any mistakes that you find are mine. My wife, Megan, and Ron's wife, Alison, were upstairs in the kitchen gossiping away like long lost sisters. What they had so much to ga...
Three weeks ago my life had been altered by 5 black drug dealers. I decided to take a walk in the park after breaking up with my boyfriend and sending him some provocative pictures I had taken with my phone. I was horny when I decided to take a walk minus any underwear. My chosen shorts had rubbed me in all the right places and I decided to pleasure myself...
THE ABATHANDI ADVENTURE Note to readers: This story is in the Novels section because it is on the longer side for this site, and because the story herein crosses several categories of sexuality, even within each chapter, beginning with "Fantasy." All people in sexual situations are 18 or older. CHAPTER 5: THE LETTER Weeks later, Summer was swimming wh...
Here she was, back in his arms again. Who was she? What was she? What was she to become? Was she his maid? His porcelain doll, his betrothed, his whipping girl? What? What did he want from her? What did she want? What did she want from him? Downstairs he'd just ripped off her clothes, rather his clothes, clothes he'd selected for her. Then he'd given her...