This is how my wife and I saved our troublesome marriage. My wife Lisa is a tiny vivacious blonde with a short pixie haircut. She was brought up in a strict religious household. This strict upbringing along with her southern roots may have been one of the reasons why she became so adventurous. Her family moved a lot all the way through her school years. She...
To those who it may concern; I write my stories based on consensual relationships (or consensual contracts in BDSM relationships) – which both men and woman can read for their satisfaction of their fetishes. In no way do I believe one sex is beneath the other; because I write it doesn't mean I believe women should be treated like shit or as a possession of a...
This is a crime thriller with some romantic sex, and a smidgeon of violent non consensual sex and interesting by-play between various characters whom I hope you'll enjoy. Definition of a Sociopath – someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for others of one's actions and with a total lack of moral compass. * Kelly flirted outrageously with Mike,...
"OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!" Jamie Lee Curtis leans back, riding my fourteen inch cock, on my brown leather office sofa, while I look at some program notes my wife Kim Kardashian handed me when she walked in about two minutes ago. Jamie Lee's eyes roll back in her head, her body smack dab in the middle of a full body orgasmic spasm. My cock gets that...
"Daddy, Daddy!" Cynthia squealed when she spotted him outside of the school. Running late, Bill had just arrived in front of the school. He smiled and waved at his little girl. She ran as quickly as her short legs would carry her, and he reached out and scooped her up in a big hug. "Hey there, ladybug!" He hugged her tightly, swinging her in circles. "I'm so...
Sue and I sat on the bus waiting to be taken to the catamaran that would take us on the cocktail cruise out to the wrecked ships. Other people from the resort were slowly filing up the steps and onto the bus. Suddenly, Sue started bumping her leg against mine and making faces and looking towards the door. I looked up and there, entering the bus, was the...
Lancelot's Story I smiled into the mirror while passing the ivory comb through my golden locks. "Having to look at a face as handsome every morning, no wonder I turned out gay." Obviously grooming plays a major part in my daily routine. After all, it would be a sin not to indulge. The bedroom door smashed open. Dropping my comb, I turned to face an angry...
It had been, frankly, a rather wretched Friday. It started badly when Mr Jameson, the chief librarian, trapped me (again) in Maritime History (M to R) and practically wrestled me to the floor. When I told him for the umpteenth time that my interests lay in a different direction, he rather breezily replied that he was 'up for soixante neuf if that's what you...
The storm came out of nowhere. The ship’s white sails were billowing in the pleasant sea breeze, the sky was blue and peaceful, and the lookout hadn’t spotted another ship all day. Which was just as well, since Captain Johanna Stern was hoping to make good time getting back to the mainland. She had prisoners to deliver, her holds needed restocked, and, frank...
I had just finished a shitty day of work and was driving home. Usually when I am driving home after a poor day at work I tend to relax by driving very aggressively down the deserted country roads on the way home. After a good hard drive home I am usually relaxed by the time I walk in the door. Today was no exception. I parked my car in the driveway and heade...