We had been chatting online for weeks. Then some IMing. A relationship of erotic words and ideas. Our online flirting has kept me wet and wanting every time I see his fake name in my inbox. Admittedly we had met one time before. A wild excursion in his backseat where desire overtook any type of sanity. For one glorious hour we kissed, licked, sucked and stro...
Thank you to the commenters for some great insight to the story! I've edited out one of the contentious issues regarding the "punishment" use of the safeword, which wasn't really necessary for the story to work. As for the rest—please understand this as a work of fiction. While in the real world I would never abuse safe sex practices or bonk random craigslis...
Previously, Megan discovered a French Maid outfit when she was unpacking some of her boyfriend's boxes after just moving in together two weeks ago. She wears the outfit and cleans the living room and changes back before her boyfriend returns home from work. Now the story continues on... Friday has finally come and that means Mitch finishes work early today...
Continuation of story series Caught by Mrs. Hunt. You might enjoy reading them in order more. This is fiction, any correlation to any real person is purely happenstance. ********************* Monday ten am, I was knocking on Mrs. Hunt's front door. Just as she had told me to do two days before. The door opens and there stands her daughter Maggie, twenty fi...
The cup jerked, spilling coffee over my jeans as I jumped with shock when a loud knock came from the front door. Damn! I stood and pulled my jeans away from my legs. The wet patches cooled quickly. Grabbing a damp sponge from the sink, I dabbed it against the denim. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Hold ya horses. I’m coming. I growled under my breath. Throwing the sp...
It had been a long day, full of meetings, and I was savoring the last of a trio of doubles in a bar near my hotel in Chicago. When my cell phone chirped, I was sorely tempted to ignore it. In retrospect, it would have been a serious mistake. It was the love of my life, my gorgeous wife, Margot. I had been away from home for the last three days and I missed h...
She looked like a nurse ... sorta. Her dress was white, as were her stockings and shoes. But they weren't typical nurse's shoes; they were bone white sling pumps with four-inch heels. She was tall and slim. They were nearly eye to eye when she stepped up and through his doorway. A smile had flashed across her face as she stood with her purse in one hand and...
This is the twelfth chapter of a look back at a long term affair I had with a woman named Candy. She was one of the most exciting, stimulating people who'd ever come into my life. At this point in the story she and I had been involved sexually for more than three and a half years. I have to admit I'd really fallen for Candy; I was in love with her. I'd kno...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (17.5 min/mp3) * * * * * She'd been coming into the bookstore I managed for a long time, always heading directly to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section. She looked like a typical fantasy-freak—someone who spoke fluent Elvish and could quote chapter and verse from every Star Trek/Star Wars script and Harry Potter book ever written. S...
Um. I suppose you want a bit of background about me and the situation I was in. Well, I'm Mary-Ann. I'm nearly twenty and currently at Uni doing a double degree and I've nearly finished. I flatter myself that I'm quite good looking, intelligent, healthy and fit. I jog in the mornings, and it keeps me toned up. The situation. Well, like I said, I'm at Uni. W...