[ Please read "My Invitation" (in Erotic Couplings) and "My Invitation: Grand Opening" (in Group Sex) as they are the beginnings of this tale. There is no explicit sexual activity in this chapter. The relationship between Nick and Kim is so much more than sexual, and totally sexual. I encourage women who read this story to write me, letting me know the feeli...
This is a true story, it really happened to me. My wife of 30 years, has always been the jealous type, I guess that is why it is so hard for me to under stand this. After we had been married for just a few years we attended a party with some of our friends at one point during the night my friend Peter and I were sitting around drinking beer and talking, aft...
By mid-afternoon Open Day for many was adjudged over, but while prospective clients and the purely curious were encouraged to depart the most valued of Miriam Hancock's supporters were skilfully spirited away elsewhere for tea and cakes. While the men went to the gymnasium, the ladies were assembled in one of the classrooms on the second floor where the desk...
1 -- The Introduction So, there I was. On my knees, naked, hands bound behind my back and the huge cock of my new Arab master in my mouth as he towered over me. In his right hand was the leather strap he had just used to whip me. My back was still stinging from the whipping. His left hand was wrapped around my long blond hair as he bobbed my head back and f...
Zoe Aames returned home to find her mother in tears. "Oh baby," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry." "Mom, Mom, what is it? What's the matter?" Sandy Aames turned and directed her eyes towards the opened letter on the kitchen table. Zoe was dumfounded as to what could be so bad to make her mother cry like this and apologise to her. Had someone died? Zoe's grandpar...
This is a story about a woman who enjoy letting go - in multiple ways. Constructive comments are appreciated, as are any positive feedback! :-) If you are offended by fantasies of sex in a bit rough, dirty and consensual way, don't bother to read or complain. Although this is not a story from true life, I do hope to keep a tiny line to reality, however exagg...
"Are you sure about this, babe?" I asked, examining myself in the full-length bedroom mirror and concluding that I looked completely ridiculous. I mean I'm sure some men could pull off wearing a dress, the kind of men willing to pluck their eyebrows and shave their chests, but that just wasn't me. I looked like what I was: a thirty-year-old man squeezed into...
Movies have made me the voyeur that I am and I am suing. I do not hide the fact that I am a voyeur, a voyeur who loves exhibitionist women. Oh, yeah, I love to watch, especially if you love to show. When I think about women wearing short skirts that shows their long, shapely, shaved legs and the triangular patch of white or pastel panty when they sit even...
"Brian Pumper, do you remember that porno scene we filmed a few years back, the one where you got dressed in a nice blue silk shirt like a businessman while I dressed like a stripper, and you fucked me up the ass on exercise equipment? Well, today, I'm going to do the same to you," Vida Valentine said, smiling smugly at the one-time Black Prince of Porn. "U...
Alayne stood on the crest of the hill, her bow slung over her shoulder, her quiver emptied; below her lay the ravaged battlefield strewn with the filth and remains of their enemies. The sun had not yet begun to set and already the battle was over. Beside her was Cicale, tall and proud; a warrior in every sense of the word. The two women stood in silent compa...