The chronological and environmental aspects of this story are completely true. I leave it to you to decide what else to believe. **************** My wife Marci and I had known Jack and Veronica (never "Ronnie") since college. The four of us had had a strange relationship back then, but in the end we always seemed to work things out and get along. In fact...
Veronica is a very sexy woman, the kind of woman you would happily travel at least a hundred miles from home to a bar/restaurant to ensure she was comfortable enough to 'relax'. This was just such an occasion, and, as she sat before me for the entire meal wearing an almost totally see through blouse, I knew the drive had been worth it. To the waiters and any...
Paris Citroens, Peugeot's, Mopeds and delivery trucks create such a soothing sound in the early morning that only those who live in a major Metropolis can appreciate, understand and love. High above The Avenue des Champs-Élysées, in a Penthouse that has been owned by her family for the last one hundred years, Veronica lay with her sleeping husband, in a m...
In simpler, more innocent days I had lain with Penny in the long grass by the Lagan and we had kissed for hours. Just kissed. Well, hugged and cuddled, and pressed against each other, but not a button or belt or zip was touched, nothing pulled up or aside, no flesh apart from faces and hands ever touched. Five years later no flesh was secret. But we stil...
It's been 11 years since I last added any 'chapters' (if you can glorify them to that) of the cheap, trashy, rushed, debased, artless, and porn-y smut stories I've liked uploading to this website in the past. Despite receiving positive feedback from people and requests for more (you deviants), I really struggle to feel satisfied with the quality of anything...
My name is Stephen and my wife's name is Veronica. At the time of this story, I was thirty years old and we'd been married for five years out of the eight years we'd been together. Our relationship had begun to change due to the fact I'd kept a secret from her because I didn't want her, or anyone, to be judgmental of me...I'm a cross dresser and have been si...
Let me start by saying we are not swingers, we do not have an open marriage. I guess the next question would be, just how did Veronica end up in bed with us last weekend. To be sure, there was a lot of alcohol involved and then some outside forces just came together at the right time. As I think with most married couples, we have used role-play to some degre...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part...
The next morning, all the eight Astarte nuns were in the nunnery's garden, waiting for John and Jane to take their measures. As the garden was within the cloister, everybody was in his/her birthday suit -- luckily, the weather was mild. John noticed that the nuns' waists and butts were apparently identical, so he proposed Jane to measure them first. She agr...
The following morning, Veronica woke slowly from her deeply satisfying slumber, feeling thoroughly invigorated and ready for whatever the day had in store. The previous night, the group of friends had sat outside under the twinkling stars and bathed in candlelight. In the warm evening air, they had all enjoyed another of Stuart and Sandy's delicious meals, a...