It was Oktoberfest at the Deutschland Club in Seattle in 1985. Do you want to hear about how I got fucked that Saturday night? I was eighteen years old, taller and bustier than most girls my age. I hadn't planned to waitress, but Inga Schneider, who was in my drama class at Roosevelt High, sold me - even though of course it was against the labor laws. "Com...
This is just a flash story. Nothing too serious about it. I know half of what he has done will be borderline illegal and things cannot be done this way in real life but hey, this is the fantasy world! The story has been updated and I must thank Sue, my editor for taking time out and making the story much better structured than it was earlier. If there are a...
After reading so many "loving wives" stories, I decided to spill my guts about my ex-wife. My name is Hue if you haven't figured it out yet. My ex-wife Jen and I dated for about a year and were married before I turned 20. I had been in the military for two years at the time. Jen was not the greatest loving woman in the world but I guess she was all right to...
I'm down by my tree again, Beth is collecting India and her boys from playgroup and I've got until five pm to make a start on a new sketch. I can hardly believe that I've sold four drawings to a complete stranger! I got £400 in cash from the gallery after commission and framing. That's a lot of money to a traveller; I can make it last three months and no ha...
Mike finally has woken from the stupor of the past twenty-four hours. He had been painting and binging until he could no longer maintain consciousness and now finds himself within reach of the bed he never made it to, instead ending up on the floor looking and smelling like shit. He sits up and collects his thoughts as the rumbling in his stomach loudly anno...
After forty days in this desert of a country without seeing a single woman, let alone physical contact, Carl hungered for the sight of a woman. Any woman would do. The closest thing that one got to that in this country were the blue ghosts that walked the streets in little herds. They were completely covered in the traditional blue Afghan burqa or chador. E...
It had to be said; so far the party stank. Really, it could hardly have been termed a party, only a few of our friends were able to show up at such short notice and none of them had brought their wives or girlfriends with them. The only other people milling around our lounge were my wife Kate and my self and Kate's cousin Jackie, the guest of honour. Jackie...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Candy and Bob - He has his wife expose herself to strangers in the beach hotel lounge! (Bob's plan begins to take shape as he brings out the exhibitionist in his wife.) The walk from the beach back to the hotel was an adventure. I had Candy follow me as I zig zagged my way throu...
I grew up on a small ranch...not too big and l heard in a movie that what l had would be considered a 'hobby ranch'. I was a no kidding modern day cowboy with a small working ranch where we raised horses. Nothing fancy just cutting horses...and riding horses. It was a business that l inherited from my father a few years back when he passed. My wife Becky and...
"I reached my limit, though, when Roy suggested that he and I have sex in our home, him fucking me on our bed, while you were gone on one of your business trips. This seemed awfully disrespectful of you, which it was, since it was mostly a power-over-you-as-his-cuckold play. I initially said, 'no way'." "But then Roy produced a little adhesive skin patch an...