I can't help myself. I just notice these things. Mascara on eye lashes. The curvature of breasts and legs. A light in an otherwise dark office. So how did I miss the tentacles? I was leaving the office late, had to finish up some paperwork. The office was empty, everyone had gone home. Except for M. I poked my head into her office to see if she was okay. Sh...
Chapter Two. Confessions. I really felt ashamed of myself. Here I was, a happily married respectable woman of 34 fantasizing about 2 old priests. I just couldn't help myself as I lay back on the bed imagining myself in school uniform being interviewed for some reason or other by the 2 old men. As I lay there, fully dressed with my skirt up, gently touchi...
My stories are based in reality and on real experiences. So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5'8", she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she won't be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy attire. She has medium len...
There are a lot of stories about me and Mr. Newark, and to be frank, a lot of them are quite mad. When I think now of how I basically became his paid whore for two years and learnt every slutty trick in the book from him it seems crazy, but at the time it seemed usual enough, especially while I was studying. Weirdly we became quite good friends, never exactl...
"Unhapilly married" was the tagline of his ad. I clicked on it. His situation sounded comparable to mine. Married. Unhappy. Lonely. After talking back and forth a bit via e-mail and texts, I knew this could be something wonderful. We oozed passion for each other from the very first sentences. The conversation turned intensely erotic, and I knew I had to me...
That weekend, I searched through my cabinet of "things I want to hide in plain sight", looking for the transcripts of our first chats together. Finding them early on Sunday morning, while everyone was out of the house, I lay naked in bed while I read them. My hand roamed to my pelvis, seeking my clit as I read. As my finger rubbed tight circles against what...
It was the holidays and I again was looking for that special gift for my husband for Christmas. As most people realize after having been married for a substantial amount of time, it gets to be a task, you don't want to give the same type of things year after year. So this year was going to be different, special. So after some nervous thoughts, I called abo...
Again there was no talk that evening regarding Pat's massage earlier in the day. Again I was seduced in the living room, but this time in lieu of the lavender teddy she wore a short little rose colored silk satin robe with a black sash and collar accompanied by black heels (the only pair that she owned as far as I knew). Once in the bedroom the robe came off...
All of my stories so far have been products of my sordid over sexed mind. They are stories I have compiled out of the fantasies that I have and share with my husband. However he has always urged me to write down some of the actual experiences we have had together in recent years. I have been reluctant to do so because fantasy is often better than the real th...
"...picture?" she asked. She sat on his lap, slightly wriggling her butt into a more comfortable position on his legs. He rubbed her nude tummy as they browsed through his computer's image files together. He felt his soft penis pressed between his stomach and her side as they nestled, a brief twinge reminding him of the sex they shared in that chair a mere...