I called Susan earlier this week. She seemed down, not too unusual, she is bipolar and at times she becomes depressed. She takes her meds, at least the ones for depression, but the stresses and fatigue of her job in the psych department take their toll sometimes. She said she was glad I called, and that she wanted to see me. I told her I would come over Frid...
Lana hadn't been able to see Grant--rather, see Tutor, since the first day she'd met him. She didn't actually get his phone number, and she'd made an A on the last test, so her teacher had directed him toward a more needy student. That left Lana alone with nothing more than a vibrator, stolen moments of time with it, and an aching in her loins that refused t...
Liz and I have been swinging for almost six years now. Any thoughts on my part that the frequency of our lifestyle would diminish was misguided. Liz is more sexually active and embracing of our lifestyle than when we first started. To put it simply, Liz loves being fucked at sex parties. Liz loves sex with both men and women. Liz loves black guys. Liz has...
Sometime in the next few hours she fell into a restless sleep. He hadn't come back into the room the entire time, and her mind kept straying to where he was, and what his plan was for her now. He had told her that this wasn't her punishment, only his pleasure. She dreamed of him. Of him coming into the room, removing the mask and kissing her tenderly. He w...
Sixty quid's a lot of money to me, especially in hard times such as these - so when I see it lying on the floor underneath Mr Cartwright's overcoat, the temptation simply overwhelms me. Quick as a flash, I bend down to pick it up... "Miss Quigley!" I've not even managed to scoop up my prize before he catches me, stealing from him red-handed, just like he's...
Liz and I have been to two more swing parties at Mark and Katie's. I was in the process of writing the details of those parties when I decided that maybe It would be better if I no longer shared the details of our now open sex life. I guess I needed to write this because I could never tell this to anyone I know. Our marriage is now significantly changed. It...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
Bob had had a long journey. The flight was tedious and now dehydration was making his mouth so dry, too much wine on the flight probably. It was always weird landing in Australia, jet lagged and disorientated after the 22 hour journey, but it was over now and Bob was looking forward to some sleep. He checked in at 2 pm but despite the nice shower and the ov...
I had decided to take Amy out for a day in the country – a day in my favourite forest to be more accurate. I had made some "arrangements" in advance – but hadn't told Amy about them. All she knew was that we were going to the forest and that I wanted to take a lot more pics of her. I had told her to wear her short, tight leather skirt again – and that skimpy...
I've kept in touch with you all night by phone, while you've relaxed with the guys. Between barely suggestive and blatant "fuck me" text messages I have done my best to keep your mind on what is waiting for you later. Dinner, drinks, exotic bars, more drinks and poker... Now I need you to be back in our room ravaging me. I'm ready for you and ready to surpri...