Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. ....
Though many years have passed, my gyn fantasies continue to ignite my erotic imagination just as they did when I was a girl. No longer an innocent college freshman, now married, and my sexual experience broadened. But I still enjoy lying there on the exam table and anticipating the handsome Gyn's hands palpitating my breasts. Today was no exception. I had go...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Anglin. A six-foot-one, heavyset and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a patrol officer for the Brockton City Police Department. I've been working for the local police precinct ever since I graduated from the Boston Metropolitan Police Academy. Prior to that, I spent fo...
Note: This story is the seventh installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recomm...
There is no doubt that her husband of two years is a wonderfully caring, understanding man. It's not easy being with a bisexual woman in an open marriage, but he handles it well. When he watches or joins in when she shares their bed with another woman he has an awesome time. When they share with other couples in bed, either swapping or through foursomes, it...
All characters are at least 18 years old **** "So how much trouble am I in," Jessica asks as I join her at our biology table. "Pardon," I ask. "Roxie's mad that I told Ray and Staci they could sit with us isn't she?" "She's worried." I share. "Are you?" "Not really. Ray's always seemed like a decent guy and Staci seems to have to changed this year,...
I wrote this story for Tiffany. Thanks for all your help, Tiff. I hope you're pleased with the outcome. Chapter One My moans urged Nick on as he thrust down into me. We hadn't made love much lately—he had been so incredibly busy with his new job—and I was determined to make the most of the rare opportunity. Relocating to Japan had been quite a culture sh...
Part 1/2 After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use. He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the...
I have noticed the 'idealistic trend' of making women a passive aggressive, instead of recognizing them for their "power that radiates from within them" that truly appears to be the most frequent reason for them opening up to a male in need. We have too much bias for a horny lady permitting an aroused male the right to give them a good fucking, instead of -...
It was a late evening when the wife had returned from an afternoon of shopping with her friend Laura. I happily greeted them and asked "how was your shopping trip?". Bebe responded "great, you should see all the great clothes we got". I asked Laura "find anything good?". She responded "yes, lots of good stuff, on sale". Bebe chimed in "we should have...