After Eggs Benedict and dark brewed coffee with cream, just as she liked it, Annika felt much better. A maid named Marnie, a pretty young woman in a neat black uniform, helped her bathe and dress in a gorgeous 1940s style sundress made of pale yellow linen with white trim. There was a bra for her, a strange satin conical one from the same era. It didn't fit...
WARNING!! This story involves a "hotwife" having sex with a man, other than her husband, without any revenge or consequence. DO NOT CONTINUE if this offends or upsets you. I love hearing feedback; however, any negative, non-constructive, and insulting comments will be removed. I did not use an editor but I did my best at proofreading before posting. With th...
"K" – if you're out there remember you've still got a fan... Conclusion: As I pondered the nearness of the end of the semester and what to do next, K again interjected herself into the process. She wrote to me the following: Brad, I have a plan for one last show for your club. However, I won't perform until after the membership plays a little game I have...
This is a true account of what happened at a recent music festival. My wife Anita was desperate to go but had left her run a little late and all the tickets had sold out. Her urgency to be there had a lot to do with the fact that so many of her friends from different parts of her life had told her they were going; not to mention the bands who had been lined...
As I look back on my life. the decade of the nineteen eighties sticks out as a very turbulent time for me. My first marriage was entering it's final stages. Hot passion had been replaced with an indifference that was unsurmountable. It was during those last few years that my wife, Sylvia's drinking became a real problem. We both worked, a requirement to sup...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was just getting used to the fact that I was a gay slut, when things really escalated way out of my control, in ways I could have never imagined. It was due to Mister Spandwick, an old man whom I had met through some friends-of-friends. I was used to the fact that old men found...
"I have to do this, or one of us is going to prison," Erica said as she finished unbuckling Detective Rosewood's pants and unzipped his fly while looking deeply into my eyes. "You realize just giving me head isn't going to be enough," Rosewood told her as he took her chin in his hand and made her look up at him. "This isn't a parking ticket, this is first d...
I thought that I would share with you some memories from 1960's Coventry, England. I was part of a gang of lads all aged over 18 who regularly bullied some of the younger lads; a thing of which I am not particularly proud these days but that was just how it was. One particular lad was known as "Alis" and he came in for some fairly rough treatment. One day...
ANGELA LED SPENCER DOWN INTO THE Bronx. As they traveled deeper into the borough Spencer cringed at the deterioration the further and further they traveled. "Something the matter?" she asks when seeing his discomfort. "I don't remember it being this bad out here," he says gloomy. "Because it wasn't," she explains. "It's been at its steady decline until th...
Last year my wife flew interstate to be with her sister after an operation. The plan was for her to stay there for a couple of days then return home with the sister who would stay with us until she was fully recovered. It sounded simple and I agreed readily. I looked forward to a couple of days of sitting around in my jocks, drinking beer and beating off to...