Wardrobe Malfunction Part 3: Beyond Exhibitionism As you may recall from reading Wardrobe Malfunction parts 1 and 2, my beautiful Wife Kara managed to end up mostly drunk and topless in the hot tub of a five star resort with myself and two gentlemen strangers. The bikini top strap had been sabotaged months earlier in one of my more juvenile pranks but final...
My wife Alana and I laughed, it was good to see our old friend Jenn and it had been years. It was hot and humid outside, and our air conditioner was broken, we had a couple fans turning in the room and we all took turns taking cool showers often, we had known Jenn long enough that it was hardly sexual if we walked around in underpants, it was the sort of fri...
Georgina Harris stood in front of me in her underwear. Her long, red hair was no longer tied back. It flowed against her shoulders, Her pretty, freckled face made me feel proud to be alive. I sat on my leather chair, holding my dress up. My erect cock, tight against my pink thong. Christine Wells tried to comfort a distressed Sue Lewis. Georgina removed her...
Chapter Two I discover the genteel touch can sometimes be rough... * I was well in now, with Sir Huby employing me as his regular chauffeur, to take away any suspicion that he and I was an item, and also to keep his wife Franchesca from knowing about his 'other side' as he calls it. Living in the mansion I had my own room which was adjacent to Huby's off...
Chapter Five: Short-Arm-ageddon "Gary, what does he mean? What's a fluffer?" Barb despite her marginal and distant background in the adult entertainment industry was woefully ignorant of porn terminology. Dave clued her in. "That's somebody who sucks cocks off-screen to keep everybody up. Looks like we got us a few men in the crowd losing air pressure alre...
When Ivana Parker let her husband lead her behind the garden shed one cool autumn afternoon, she had no idea the young married couple were being watched. Their friendly neighbor, Bill Donaldson was quietly pottering around in his garden that sunny afternoon. Through the palings of the white picket fence and dense passion fruit vine that covered the moss-cov...
The Erotic Diary of Samuel Pepys: Chapter One The following are extracts from the hitherto secret erotic diaries of Samuel Pepys (1633-1703), made available here for the very first time. July 1669 1st. Took coach to my Lady W. in Bristol. Early morning and the streets clear of all but a few waifs and strays. My wife unaware of my departure, which pleased...
Most of my stories are written for my wife's reading pleasure. She sometimes is the character and others she is not. Most are written from an aspect that places her there or gives her the most realism that I can possibly give. I hope you enjoy. * The look on my face must say it all, because the evil little grin on yours, tells me you're pleased with my re...
He couldn't sleep. Her image kept returning to him as he lay next to his wife who was sleeping contently. They had run into each other frequently during the day on the ski slopes, at lunch, and again at dinner. He could not keep his eyes off of her as she frequently glanced at him, flirting openly. His wife, and the woman's male companion, were oblivious to...
Lately, Eva was left to her fantasies to warm her on the lonely nights that Anthony worked late. She began writing her lustful thoughts in a diary kept just for her eyes, in the hopes that one day she would have the courage to act on those fantasies with Anthony. In the meantime she kept them as fodder for her own moments of self pleasure. At first the fanta...