(This is my second story based on mine or friends life experiences. Any feedback would be appreciated. Thanks!) * * * * * I'm not sure what got me started. Maybe it was the sight of my mother getting ready for work, running around the house in her bra and panties covered in a thin robe when I was a kid. Maybe it was the men's magazines I stumbled on in my...
To me, sharing my woman is not an act of submissiveness, but of dominance. I love being my girl's gatekeeper, giving my stamp of approval or denial on her prospective suitors. My criteria is simple: the men must be clean and fit, able to pleasure her thoroughly, and most of all, respectful. This arrangement makes her feel like a highly sought-after commodity...
Mike smiled as Disha, now fully dressed, touched up her makeup in the large wall mirror. He turned and opened the door, where he found a nervous Dan pacing up and down the hall. "Get your coat." "Why?" "Me, you and your wife are going to the pub for a drink?" "You've only got 10 minutes left." "I think you're going to be interested in what i've got to sa...
I remember 2001 like it was yesterday; the towers were destroyed and I was told the Army was shipping me to Korea. I arrived in Korea in December and the weather was as cold as could be expected. Having never been away from my family, this was a very strange place to be. We were all told to get on a bus and they would take us to our camps, where we would b...
Angus McTavish has been dead for nigh on to ten months. He was murdered in the prime of his life by Chollum of the Black Douglas. I feel really bad that I'm digging him up now and not letting him rest as the poor man deserves. Let me tell you how it happened. It all started about 2 weeks ago. "Maurin my darling." I called "Watcha be doing now lassie?" "I'm...
I sat there in utter shock as I watched her go into the house. Obviously, I drove home but I have no recollection of doing so. One thing became excruciating obvious: it is one thing to be told that your wife has been screwed by someone else and another to suddenly realize that she is planning to do so. The first is over and done with, a fait accompli, and be...
Stella was my trophy wife. She knew it and I knew it. We had met at a high class function a few years ago and I thought she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. With long, luxuriously dark hair framing a stunning face with high, classic features, a lithesome body and a friendly out-going personality I was immediately captivated and knew that I...
Back in the 80s, a good friend of mine, Russell, had a younger brother, Paul, who was getting married, and I was invited to the wedding, so, being a lifelong friend of the family, I made the lengthy trip back to my home town, taking a week of vacation to make all the prenuptial festivities. Like me, all of us were still single except for Russell, who had mar...
Well were to begin? I could start right away with the action and the saucy bits... Well I would like to, yet I decided to take it slow, as with the ladies. So how did I become a "Bull"? Who are the women I sleep with? And who are those pesky little bastards who just sit there and watch while I have all the fun? Ok, lets not overdo the last part, th...
My friend Bill was about 55 and he adored his 32 year old trophy wife. It would be fair to say that he was in awe of his blond goddess and sometimes seemed dazed that she was married to him. Certainly I had no idea that anything was wrong between them until the night the blond, Sherri, dropped by my apartment. I was watching the Winter Olympics and had no id...