I never know what to expect when my wife Karen wants to throw a party. Sometimes they're just normal get-togethers, but they can often lead to a lot more than that. When she showed me a sign she made for our upcoming party, I knew it was going to be one of those parties. The sign read "the party room. No clothed males allowed beyond this point (yes this me...
Note: This story is the fifty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous fifty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stro...
To my editor M-Y Erotica... there are not words to tell you how wonderful I think you are or how much I appreciate your help. My story is so much better thanks to you. If you are a football fan, you will notice that the games are from the 2003-2004 season. I tried to stay as true to them as possible. Enjoy! * I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingernails...
Pick up where I left off. Tommy had been calling, after the three-way with Chris and D-P in the shower. He was struggling with the true nature of our relationship, and I can't say I blame him. All he knew about women from his point of view was dry-humping girls at high school dances, and make out sessions in cars. Suddenly he's dealing with the wants, needs...
0://Pre-Production Kip's Blog: I always knew I was different growing up. I know what they try to teach you in kindergarten, that everyone is different and everyone is special. That's not the kind I mean. I don't even mean the kind of special because I couldn't hear, and I was fitted with large, colorful hearing aids before I even nailed down the alphabet....
Sara was giddy. Between the wine and the sexually charged banter of her hot-tub companions, she was feeling like a schoolgirl about to be kissed for the first time. She felt like her sixth-grade self, playing spin the bottle. What if the bottle pointed to her? Would she have the nerve? What if it pointed to Billy Jones? Would he kiss her? When the bottle di...
I knew Emily had fucked Michael, her ex, while I was sitting in the next room. Emily knew I knew, yet we never talked about it. After we drove back to the city it was as if it never happened. Emily was my girlfriend again, although I still never got to fuck her. She did let me go down on her often when we were alone. I had to admit her pussy had power over...
Jim and Mary hit their forties in good shape. They had the requisite two kids, a boy sixteen and a girl fourteen. Both Jim and Mary were self employed and each earned very good money. Both were innovative, even adventuresome. Their sex life reflected their adventuresome spirit -- to a point. Jim wanted to try some discreet swinging, but Mary, while not disap...
I settled into my seat in the first class section of the Eurostar and unpacked my MP3 player along with my book. I find that I get a lot of male attention, not all of it unwanted by any means, but sometimes I just like to be left alone and I find that by wearing the MP3 headphones men tend to leave me alone. I decided that I had no immediate need for that p...
Carol was 21 and I was 18 when she came to stay with us. We had been neighbors since the day I was born, a skinny, brown-haired, brown-eyed boy and she was a freckled redhead. Carol and I were the youngest of our respective families and she was the only girl, which meant her brothers would play with my brothers and the two of us were left to amuse ourselves...