Please note: this story will make much more sense if you read the earlier chapters! * Kate was more nervous and more excited than she had ever been in her whole life. Only a few days earlier she had been a shy conservative housewife on a boring cruise with her nice but boring husband. Well, that was how she tried to think of him as she headed towards the...
'Did I say something wrong? Why hasn't he texted me back?' In the dark living room, Amy sat on the sofa with the laptop opened in her lap. The muddy-blonde wife, wearing a tank-top and pajama pants and socks, bit her nails while looking down to the clock in the bottom right corner of the computer screen. '3:30! I got to get to bed.' Her eyes darted to the g...
You paid how much?" Matt paces the floor in exasperation, while Emma, the object of his wrath, defiantly stands her ground. "Paid £1500, which is a bargain, reduced by 50% for the sake of a barely visible mark." Emma gestures towards the sofa, standing lonely and, by Matt at least, unloved in the centre of the half decorated room. "It's a lovely piece of f...
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. After Tenzing scooted away back to his dorm, Aunty strode down the corridor feeling her slimy G string clinging to her vagina, the fluids still warm, reigniting the maelstrom of horniness she had felt on seeing such a giant penis. Tossing her curly hair as if to clear her head she replayed the events of the evening, how s...
This story contains non-consensual sex. If that offends you, you may wish to move on to another story. Eagle eyed readers will recognize these two characters from my 'English as a Second Language' story. They are indeed the same, but in an alternate continuity... ***** Margot and Jay's third wedding anniversary had just passed. They were still very much in...
"No way was I going to see Male strippers with the wild bunch again," I thought, as I got ready for the bridal shower. I was thinking back to the last time I went to one of these things. We had the usual cake and punch party but when the older ladies left to get home to their boring husbands, the real party began. We ended up at Carnal Syn's House of Dongs,...
First kiss, first fuck, first this, first that. They say you never forget your first time. Firsts create memorable imprints that often remain with us forever. Whether you lull in the warm glow of your embellished memory of that first time, like I'm doing here, or cringe in embarrassment at the fiasco is not the point. Either way these experiences can have a...
The house was quiet...too quiet. A good thing, really. It meant she could concentrate on her work for a spell before everyone got home and began to tear through the house. Her mind wandered, however. Where was he today? She really did have the itch to get frisky and be spanked, as it had been several weeks. Amid juggling two very hectic schedules, kids' soc...
Jayne and I have always been discreet about our swinging lifestyle, in recent years having our fun purely at clubs and loving every minute of it. It was only a privileged few who we shared our adventures with, as we wanted to be careful with having two children and both of us in responsible, professional jobs. One of the few people I shared our adventures wi...
Every now and then, especially whilst on holiday, we get a little frisky and go out surveying the scene, open to interesting scenarios evolving. One such night, Allyn and I ventured out to a beachside café, we'd recently had a vivid reality to color our fantasies, so I'd dressed rather provocatively yet demurely, a long chiffon semi see through dress which...