This is a reader request! I was so excited to get a request I had to write it up straight away. He didn't give me anything more than his name so I had to exploit the only guy I know named Mike to write the story. ***** David makes good money. He is a good husband. I was bored though, that was why I went back to work. I didn't need to work. I had some flexi...
Dorothy was more than kind enough to lend Derek – that's Derek, she lent Derek the car. I'm stressing this because I didn't want anybody to think that she let me drive her car. Besides never having driven a car before, I had no driver's license. Everything went fine, although it must have surprised a lot of motorists when they saw a great big roly poly Sant...
Copyright © Daniel Choquet 2019 One "First you have to tell me yours." "But I asked you first." "Sorry, that's my deal." There was no getting around it. That look was familiar. Sybil was not going to budge on this. "Well, let's see... Okay, I guess I've imagined you and another woman." "Oh, come now. Is that the best you've got. Typical male fantasy."...
"Oh I just love Christmas!" Tracey shrieked as she hopped out of the truck. The beautiful blonde bounded for her sister in law's home, glad for the path the had been cleared in the snow. Still her red, four inch heels left deep rivets in the snow, but Tracey refused to slow down. Looks like everyone is here, Tracey noted excitedly as she took note of the ca...
The Art Of Seduction-Corrupting couples All the stories in the Art Of Seduction series are based on the true experiences of my husband and I. These stories can be read in the order of publication. Which is the chronological order of events as we experienced them. Or they can be read as individual stand alone stories. ***** Friday night 7:00 PM John slowl...
Below is a true story. Nothing like this has ever happened to me in my wildest dreams while camping before. It made a rainy week in Maine very tolerable. My wife and I and some friends were camping in an adult campground in Scarborough, Maine in August of 2018. We were in a camper as were our friends. My wife and I are 55 and 57 years old and were on vacati...
Sheba awoke, a bit out of sorts. She hadn't remembered nodding off. Or maybe passing out was a more accurate description, she thought. However, she did know why she had drifted off. The cushion she had been sitting on was now coated with a layer of her juices, her skin had a sheen of drying sweat and her pussy felt as if it had just run a marathon. She remem...
My Rubenesque Italian wife Gianna shouted something to me as she left the house in Italian that I think meant 'I'll be back later.' I was in our bedroom folding clothes, straightening up Gianna's huge shoe collection and changing the sheets on the bed. Our marriage was a strange one to say the least. I spoke very little Italian and Gianna spoke very little E...
My apologies to all my readersfor the delay in posting chapter three. Life tends to get in the way I awoke from a very deep sleep. Marge had a new spring in her step and she was making our morning coffee while whistling a little tune. "Good morning honey!" she smiled, as she poured the coffee into two cups and brought them over. She handed me one then...
I knew from her body language that she was upset as soon as she stepped out of the car. Wiping her eyes it was obvious she'd been crying on her way home from work. She'd had days like this several times since she started working for Ballentine Smythe, a successful but tiny firm and each time the story was the same and, sure enough, she walked straight into m...