It was a crystal clear late September afternoon at the Bellagio pool in Las Vegas. Victoria always had her best trips to Vegas in the late summer. The unbearable heat had passed, the crowds thinned out, and best of all, it was her birthday week. It was a relatively new tradition to spend the last week of September gambling and partying, laying in the sun and...
As they lay in bed after having sex, Sean said, "I really enjoyed your breasts tonight. They looked fantastic peeking out of the nightgown and, of course, they looked and felt even better when I uncovered them. You have no idea how much I love to play with your tits and suck on your nipples. I could do that for an hour." Kelly replied softly, "Your lust for...
Authors note: I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him. But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. This is the second part of my story where I actually make it to Veg...
There are only two types of jobs in Las Vegas: jobs that cater to the gamblers and everything else. My job is to keep the gamblers happy so they spend more money. Not just any gamblers, but the whales; men who think nothing of leaving a few hundred thousand behind for a night or perhaps even a million. I was raised to be a good Chinese girl. My husban...
Trish crossed her long smooth legs and giggled as she tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. She leaned in closer and placed her hand on his leg, "tell me more" she smiled. Mike finished his story and ordered another round of drinks. Trish looked around and saw her friends gathered around the table frowning at her, "I would love to stay and chat a little m...
by Sateema Lunasi (AKA Maralily, AKA, Lily St. Claire) * * * * * Drunk, mascara smearing a dark streak of 'Vampiress Black' down two puffy cheeks, jeans dirty from three days wear, barefoot, one purple bruised eye. I was 23. New York faded away. Joey had hit me for the last time. At least that is what I told myself. I might have gone back to him if he boug...
Note to readers: this is a fictional sequel to “Tammy’s Middle Aged Adventure” – thanks to everyone for the comments and suggestions. I did get a lot of suggestions and requests for “Tammy’s Torture Weekend” as well, I’ll be working on that one (and a little exhibitionist story too) as time permits. If you have any more suggestions on either of those two, or...
No sex in this story. If you're into husbands who willingly watch their wives betray them, this is probably not your story. ***** BANG! BANG! BANG! It was a typical Thursday evening that was about to become anything but typical. My wife Anna and I were working together in the kitchen, as we do so often, preparing dinner. She was mincing an onion while I s...
It was the party of the year, or so she was told by her best friend Melissa. The two had been friends for a long time, each practically knowing what the other would say before they said it. Nothing uncommon amongst close friends, especially two who shared so much with each other. Roxy and Melissa had already planned their trip to Vegas; even before Melissa...
War...War never changes. These words are the motto of the post-apocalyptic series fallout, which argues that nuclear Armageddon won't end humanity, but will add another bloody chapter in humanity's history. however, like any species, for it to survive it must reproduce and go onward from there. These will explore those areas of the game that most of the seri...