The room is lit only by a slowly flickering candle on the night table and a small ray of moonlight streaming through the window above the ornately carved hardwood headboard. The curtains, thin as gauze, do little to obscure the celestial light. She lies upon the bed with her eyes closed and yet she is aware of the silhouette in the bedroom doorway. The shado...
Maggie took a deep breath as she finished her oration. "So, that's it, really, doc. I still love James deeply," she looked over at her husband sitting next to her, "but I don't know how much either of us can take." "Please, call me June," replied doctor Phillips. "So, to briefly summarise, you and James have stopped making love due to his...er...overlarge...
Her honey brown hair was pulled up in a loose bun with stray curls falling freely around her face. The bar stool made a perfect perch. She drank leisurely from her martini glass, surveying the scene around her. There was the band, of course, a trademark for the Naughty Things nightclub. The sounds were loud, hard and pulsed excitement through her body, setti...
Chapter 2: A Passing Lorry Driver The night of the disco (See 'Wifes First Threesome') brought Debbie to life, all the following week she was fucking me silly at every opportunity, her motto seemed to be any where any place anytime but I wasn't complaining I loved every minute of it. She suddenly realised that sex was fun. Tony came round the following day...
I was first seduced at 18 in the steam room of a community health club by a strong black married retired football player in his late 30's. He was 6' 2", 220 with a 9 1/4" (measured with my school ruler later) uncut cock that was thick and veiny. It was something that just happened at a lucky moment in time and we both enjoyed it for many years in private. We...
I'm one of a dying breed most folks would say. My name is Randy, I'm in my early forties, and I've been a handy man ever since I suffered an emotional collapse due to stress in the sacred halls of justice nearly 10 years ago. I've always been good with my hands so this seemed to be the logical transition. To wit: Law to labor. Anyway, I received a phone ca...
Author's Note: This is my first story ever. Some of it is true. Think of it as a spiced-up journal entry, and go easy on me. It's my first time. (Participants were 18 or older at the time that the story took place.) * I was on the train from Philadelphia to Springfield. I had spent the weekend with my high school friend who was going to college in Philly...
The slave knelt naked to the waist in the center of the room. Her hands were bound behind her back, forcing her chest outwards, offering her full naked breasts in supplication. Her dark nipples were stiff and pointy, erect from the thrillingly cool air...or was it the anticipation of her master's touch? Long blonde hair fell in cascades around the slave's h...
My mother passed away with leukemia when I was thirteen and my father took over raising my eight-year-old brother Terry and I. We usually had a lady live in to do the housework and cooking. Dad spent a good portion of time with us. When I was almost eighteen he started dating a very nice lady named Carol who worked for a law firm his company used on occasion...
We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flashing her wares at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong, allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet,...