I have to share this experience. I have always been turned on by the idea of wife sharing. My wife is very cute and small, and for some reason I am turned on when men give her that look. We expected these thoughts and ideas to remain fantasy. Tabbi was asked to dance once at a bachelor party. She of course refused, but I think it flattered her. She certainl...
Picking up from the first chapter: We find Andrew, a hidden cross dresser going by the name Andrea, in a special hotel that offers condom-less sex-workers offering their services. Alexis, her new guide to his new world, just left the shower with Andrea and has a plan. "You're going to need some work though if this is going to work. I'll be right back." Alex...
This story is being written by Jackie as a narrative of her progression from sexually inactive, to widower, to sexual active, to millionaire. Edited by DRGRIFFIN The Weekend before the Grand Opening I walked over to Shannon's Saturday morning to have breakfast and ride with her to Anna's. "I saw you and Edward walk out last night so I know your plan wo...
Cupid, God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. Eros, aka Cupid, the God of Love, doesn't want to shoot any more arrows. "Cupid! What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm sleeping or, at least, trying to sleep." "Get up, Eros. Get out of bed. You're going to be late," said Psyche Cupid's wife. "Late? Late for what?" "Valent...
"Honey," my pretty wife asked, "do you mind if Jerome takes us to a party tonight? I would love to go and have a good time." Since introducing Amy to Jerome three weeks earlier she had seen a lot of him. At least I was always included, so far. I'd been surprised how fast Amy had taken to a black lover. I'd induced her to realize her fantasy of fucking a bla...
On the stove, the tin coffee percolator strained to keep itself upright as the surge of boiling water leached the contents of the coffee grounds. Wearily, I took hold of the percolator with a rag firmly situated in the palm of my hand. Stopping for just a moment, I could feel the heat emanating from that old piece of tin and the steam slid inside my pores tr...
My name is James Vernet and I am the kind of person who cringes when he hears the term sex addict. What's wrong with this society? If you don't like sex and don't get laid regularly, they call you a prude. If you do it too often, they think you're promiscuous. Oh, well. I've stopped going by what society says a long time ago. I'm a twenty-nine-year-old Haiti...
CHAPTER 1 Duke Caine arrived home from work at 2:15, ending his workday as a shift chief electrical engineer at Fulton Mine. The mine was only a 10-minute drive away and that allowed him to rise twenty minutes before he was due to clock-in at 6 a.m. He'd attend to ablutions, dress and feed the cat before climbing into his trusty red Holden ute (pickup) he c...
I can't believe what I just did! Oh, it had its humorous side to be sure. Like when the preacher asked me, "Do I take yada, yada, yada.", I answered "I did." instead of "I do.". My blushing bride, bless her, chalked it up to wedding day nerves. I quickly corrected my faux paux. She was none the wiser, but standing there in front of god and everybody, I could...
It was just a regular New Year's Eve Party that night, or so I had believed. Kara, my wife of just three months, was more than a little drunk that night, and a large part of me wondered if either of us would be sober enough to drive. As it was, I began cutting back to make sure that someone could at least call the cab. From the looks of it, it would have to...