We had a rough few years at the beginning of our marriage due to me being lead around by my 'little head'. It seems that shortly after we made our solemn vows to 'love cherish, honor, etc, etc., etc.' my hormones kicked in and instead of using them on my new wife, I was stupid and started pursuing other women. I don't know why, but my wife took me back every...
Part 1 How did I get into this predicament? I asked myself as I stood at the door waiting for our guests to arrive. I was standing in my five-inch heels that pinched me feet just slightly. My stockings had a seam that went up the back of my leg to my lace garters. My French maid's uniform was neatly pressed and it fit me perfectly. My nails though shorter t...
"Oh thank you," I said, slipping a twenty into the bellboy's hand. He smiled and nodded, leaving my single small bag next to the door. He noiselessly slipped out of the room and closed the door behind me. I scanned over my room. Just a basic hotel room with a king-sized bed and a large screen television. I'd thought that since my company was sending me to Ve...
My husband and I met when we were in high school. I was a bright-eyed virgin of 16 and he was a worldly 18-year old. We started innocently enough but by the time I turned 18, he had introduced me to the world of sex and very quickly after that, the fun of lingerie and dressing sexy and posing for his camera. We progressed quickly into all matter of sexy at...
Chapter 3: A True Cum Slut Is Born I called Cal at around 7:00 the following morning. Brian hadn't come home until well after midnight, still fuming at what the painters had done to his meticulous work. We had gone to bed shortly after that. He had been snoring fitfully at 5:30 when I had gotten up to pee, and I vaguely recalled someone kissing my cheek a...
The following story is completely true, with just the names changed to protect the not-so-innocent. There is a bit of exposition to the beginning of the story, but I think it is necessary to get a full appreciation of the later events. If you're looking for a quick story to stroke to, this is probably not for you. *her: i'm imagining you behind me, your arm...
W.O.O.F.S. That was the term I heard applied to people in situations similar my wife's and mine. Kids grown and out of the house... six figure income... "Well-Off Older Folks," they call us. Well-off perhaps, but older folks? Fifty-seven is old? Fifty-two? Those are the ages of my wife and me, and I certainly don't consider us "old." Yet to many, I suppose w...
I can't believe I just had sex in my mother's bed. Kevin is beside me, sleeping. He always sleeps after sex. The sheets are a mess and I'll have to wash them before my mother gets back. I have a few days, but have an irrational fear of her returning before planned. Across from me, on the wall, is a portrait of my mother that she had taken during her "wild"...
This is best read -- in fact may only make sense -- when read after Dutch Movie Parts 1 & 2. It was written with urgency after a trip to Budapest. *** The soft, westering light of early afternoon had coated the Beaux Arts buildings opposite with a golden hue. The pale sun flooded through the corner windows, glinting off the chrome frames of the anonymousl...
She leaned in the opened window and said "Hey! Thanks for stopping lover!" Thanks for stopping. I'd spotted her at the top of the on-ramp to the interstate from the stoplight while I was waiting to turn and couldn't believe that no one had picked her up before me. She looked like that porn starlet Kat with braces but whoever she was she exuded sex. She st...