[The idea for Paul came from a Reddit post. The author, who has since deleted his account, gave his approval for me to expand, elaborate, develop, and publish this story as my own.] ***Our First Bull*** I'd wanted this for so long: a hard young teenage dick for my wife. She laughed about it, didn't take me seriously. Called it my "frat-cock fantasy," or my...
Our Kinky Vacation My name is Mark, I'm a twenty seven year old banker living and working in Boston., Massachusetts. I guess I'm considered a pretty good looking guy. I'm six foot three inches tall, weigh about two hundred pounds, clean cut with short hair, blue eyes, and considered a nice dresser with an athletic build as I work out regularly. I'm not a m...
It all started with my wife and I sharing fantasies one night as a prelude to making love. She asked me what my sexual fantasies were as she slid her hand in between the buttons on my pajama top; thinking quickly I told her I married my only fantasy – she laughed and told me she wanted to know for real. The funny thing is I couldn't tell her my real fantasy...
With the holiday weekend finally over, the white husbands all returned to our regular work schedules. Our wives returned to their daily routines, which included mostly things like aerobics classes, swimming, shopping and various social events. Only 2 of the 13 white wives at the condo had so-called "careers" around this time. None of them had been living he...
Prologue The plane seemed to level out, apparently reaching cruising altitude. Sounds of the engines, hydraulics and other more general ambient noises became less prominent. The smell of the air in the plane still bothered though as George looked to see if his bride was alright. Beginning the return trip from their honeymoon, she looked pale and nervous. Th...
After I pressed "Send" on the email to Les (who would hopefully soon be my wife Louise's new Master), the seconds ticked by at a glacial pace. It was already late afternoon when I sent Louise's contact information and weekly schedule to a man I'd only just "met" on craigslist. Soon, it was 5:30, and time for me to be heading home. But I didn't hear back from...
It was early morning, the first time he saw her. The weather had been hot; not unbearably so, but enough to wake him earlier than normal. The fact that the hotel's air con only seemed to work intermittently didn't help matters, and he was typically driven out onto the balcony by 6am, coffee in hand, to watch the sun rise slowly out of the ocean. On the t...
He was a man of science for whom traditional beliefs and conventions were archaic; reason and logic were his mantra. She was more traditional but burned with an ambition to be a great writer, an aspiration sometimes assailed by feminine self-doubt. As in a classic Greek tragedy, their character traits would combine to lead the pair into treacherous waters....
Ch. 04: Conclusions Forward: This is the fourth and final installment in this series. Certainly reading the prior parts of this series would help in understanding this part. Some might find it useful to also read my first and second stories "Getting into her pants" and "Nobody knew" which provide some additional back story to this series. For those who h...
Jennifer was sitting in an interview room in the base stockade across the table from her was Lt. Chad Smith the Military defense lawyer and J. Johnson a civilian defense attorney. They were waiting for Sargent Charles Macklin who was accused of beating a female soldier almost to death. The door opened and a young man of about 23 walked in in handcuffs. The...