AUTHOR'S NOTE: So all right. A stupid title: I'm not a working girl. "Confessions of A Swinger" would've been catchier. But though what follows is lightly fictionalised fact, it really isn't a confession at all. That's because, generally speaking, you only "confess" guilt. And I'm not guilty of anything. None of the true-life counterparts of the people...
So we had agreed to meet in San Francisco. He was going to be there for work and I could use the break from work, plus we both really needed a good fuck. Prior to the trip we had discussed the plans for our time there. He really wanted to do a threesome and since I'm kinda kinky I was completely up for it. So as we were making our plans he asked what I prefe...
Please read the introduction to Chronicle #1 if you want to understand the context of my stories. Thank-you. * The sun was about an hour from slipping beneath the western horizon as I stood near the fountain in our front yard chatting with my neighbor. Although we both were wearing sunglasses, my back was to the sun. As we compared mental notes on our f...
Sandy's parting words echoed in my mind, "I love being your whore..." Our late night fuck-fest was unexpected and absolutely fantastic, but I wondered if she would tell Ray that she had wantonly fucked the guy her husband hired to help remodel his Wisconsin cabin. Perhaps tomorrow would be my last day on the job. In any event, I consoled myself with the id...
Hey, this is a story that takes place in a different universe than the other ones. In this universe, I live in an apartment close to my university that I study in, and I have this next door neighbor that suddenly became a constant tease. It was a normal Friday night, one of those I spend at home watching TV and relaxing from daily stress. I had caught my fa...
I was dreaming, I was in a strange place but I wasn't alone, I could hear the screams of voices I knew echoing through my mind, begging forgiveness, grovelling for mercy. I didn't know what I had done to gain this power over them, nor did I know what It was that they wanted. All I knew was that it felt good to be the one in control. Saturday 5.00 am Time t...
It has been a long shift and you are ready to go home. You are happy it has been a busy one since it has kept your mind occupied and off of us most of the day. The exhaustion is welcome since it means a good night's sleep will follow, not the sort of restless nights you have been having thinking about us being together. You know you shouldn't have parked yo...
Stepping out of the gangway into the airport - our eyes meet. My heart leaps inside my chest at our first site. He's just as I remember, I hadn't forgotten his face or his bearing after all. We smile, he steps up to me and pulls me into his arms. I bury my face in his neck and breath his scent. Secretly, I want to cry - this is home - a familiarity that soot...
Although I was in Germany on holidays, today I wasn't having a particularly good time. I'd misread the train timetable and missed the train I'd planned to catch. So instead of getting an off-peak hour train with few passengers, I was on a peak hour train. When I got on, most of the seats were already taken. Rather than asking people to move over or move the...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...