Poor Abby ... a thirty eight year old housewife with a husband whose shown little interest in her sexually for nearly ten years, and is now content with the all too occasional 'quickie' with a rollover in bed thereafter. So was it any surprise she found a lover at work, someone who would attend to her with the promise of fulfillment? In fact, she got even...
Remember this all Fantasy before I get a bunch of that is not possible. Enjoy Pfan ***** With both my companies doing very well my wife had quit work and started to do charity work over the last 2 years. Moving in a circle of better to do women who had more expensive cars and homes. They were an upwardly mobile crowd of younger women. I felt no motivati...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** I woke with a start. For a moment or two I was confused. The last thing I remembered was getting back into bed with Darby. A quick look at the alarm clock brough...
When the weather is hot and sticky,That's no time for dunkin dickey. When the frost is on the pumpkin, That's the time for dickey dunkin. I have no idea who the originator of this limerick is. I do know that my Grandmother taught it to me around the time I was able to fully appreciate my first dirty joke. As I think back, she loved dirty jokes and could la...
This is Part Three of a three-part story. ***** He opened his front door, tossed his keys in the ceramic bowl that sat atop the console table and, laboring past it, collapsed on the couch. He was dog-tired, and his shoulder hurt. He'd just come from baseball. It was the first day of the spring season, and he'd thrown batting practice for over an hour....
"What should I do, Pete?" I asked my husband anxiously over rather poor phone line. It was eight thirty in the evening and I was sitting in my car in the darkest corner of the sports club car park, still in my gym clothes. I could feel my body cooling and stiffening from the exercise I had just finished but I couldn't wait to go all the way home, shower and...
Chapter 27 - Lisa's hard lesson Cecilia remembered that Mardi Gras was coming up, which was one out of three occasions throughout the year Burnside held one of her infamous BDSM costume parties. The other two times were Halloween and the 4th of July. Burnside deliberately picked holidays people normally dressed up in outfits or costumes. The 4th of July was...
This is a celebration of one particular Santa Barbara courtesan. This is a paean to Megan. A whore. A courtesan of the highest order...and a description of an encounter with her and her mouth. There are scores of whores here in Santa Barbara. I believe we possess, within our tony borders, some of the greatest whores in the world. Whores are divided into...
This story spans a few different categories. The domination theme is rather mild, but I still think it best belongs in this category. A big thanks to Ginger_Scent for her very valuable editing comments. ----------- You work with what you got. That's what Sara had concluded, and the fact that her breasts were on the tiny side didn't bother her anymore. Why...
An unending universe. An unending possibility of stories. We live in a world where there are so many stories to tell, with as many emotions, feelings, yurning, fantasies and pleasures. So many people, so many tastes. Nowadays we can tell these stories to a much greater amount of people. One of these places you can visit for this kind of stories is the tavern...