This story is a continuation of the Blind Man Sees Ch 01. It picks up on the events that followed Ronnie's first visit to my house. Just like in Chapter One, the story is 98% true. Enjoy. When I woke up the next morning, I was as mellow as I had been in many years. I ran the previous night's events through my mind again. A total stranger had come to my hous...
Gretchen decided to wear a sports bra under her work clothes on Tuesday. Petra had once again stolen her underwear last night, and so Gretchen's drawer was getting empty. If she lost this one, she would have to either wear a really old bra she didn't like, or go braless at work. The idea of not wearing underwear around her colleagues was both embarrassing an...
"Am I your captive? Are you going to have your way with me?" I asked tugging against the handcuffs "I thought we had a date for ice cream?" Richard's hands were around my waist as he gently pulled me to him to nuzzle his face against mine. I felt his warm breath tickle my face and listened to his heart beating in his chest as he hugged me. This always ma...
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...
He putters with no particular deadline, but Sir is not your average, garden variety putterer. He is a journeyman carpenter and craftsman. He has, thus far in his short stay not only repaired, refastened, hauled out, lubricated, and painted this-and-that, he has reorganized the garage, rebuilt a rocking chair, restored an antique bookcase, and custom designed...
'I like cum.' Ben snorted wine from his nose and stared at me wide-eyed. 'I like cum,' I repeated. 'I just wanted to lay that on the table.' 'Along with the ice cream.' 'Yes, exactly.' We shared a grin. 'I have a very dirty mind, and an unhealthy curiosity about sex,' I continued. 'I honestly believe I'll try anything once. I'm not very experienced, it's...
Franklin stood quietly by the door watching proceedings. The main party was some sort of celebration for a young girl with a bewitching smile. Actually she was a very beautiful girl, a five foot six inch doll, blond blue/grey eyes, neat little tits and an extremely shapely ass. Her hair was tied up into a band that let just the odd piece escape, so her ova...
A slow and easy night makes for restful slumber. We wake quietly to the morning rays peeking through the drapes and I know it is the morning of my departure. Covering my head and rolling over, I am in no hurry to leave. We call for coffee and begin the journey back to our original hotel rooms. Once there, I gather my things and prepare my bags for traveli...
Taking a mid-morning walk was one of Daisy's favorite things to do. She was fortunate enough to own a house on the edge of the state-mandated green space and she made it a point to traverse the woodsy trails on her day off. Good exercise and fresh air were a rejuvenating combination. The day was warm and bathed in yellow sunlight. She enjoyed her breakfast...
BIG FAT NOTE: This is a work in progress that has recently been heavily updated. As such, most of the linked chapters are obsolete. I will get around to fixing that eventually. Sex World is intended to be a mixture of game and writing exercise heavily informed by the tropes of porn movies. It's also inspired by Slut World by SwampThing and the Powered by the...