Princess - Ch. 03 New friends, TV appearance, vacation, and discovery I drove Marjorie back to Jacques to retrieve her car. She went home to pack an overnight bag and then come back to my condo so we could be together. We were collectively moving very rapidly into this new polyamorous relationship that Carrie conceived. I figured I had about a half-hour t...
Part 11 – Thursday (Jan. 22) "Mister Jennings, what did you do to that door?" Allison asked. I hadn't taken her winter coat from her as I normally would for a guest. She'd be needing it. "Oh that? That is the result of some really wild sex with Jaycee," I said, straight-faced. Allison looked at me wide-eyed. "Allison, I'm kidding." "Oh, ok." I'm not su...
Let me start by explaining about C. The first time we bumped bones it was somewhat unsatisfying for us both. Don't get me wrong C used to be a dancer, properly trained and with a physique to match. At 5'3" in her dainty stockinged feet, her slender frame swells perfectly at the hips, her soft, firm behind forming luscious globes to grab. Her perky round bre...
I tapped on the window to thank the Instacart delivery girl who had just dropped my groceries at the front door. She said something I couldn't hear, gesticulating towards one of the bags. I put on my black cloth mask and opened the door. "I'll need to see your ID because of the champagne." Caitlin had dark spiky hair and a southern accent and was wearing a...
She had lived in New England all her life, when her father's business failed and the family decided to move to California, her heart had cried out at the idea of leaving the culture and society that she had always known. The day that they went down to the harbor and boarded the old ship they had almost had to force her on board. Surprisingly after a day or t...
My body seemed to know when the major was around before I did. My nipples got hard before I heard him. My stomach twitched before I smelled him. He didn't try to get me alone again, at least not like that. Perhaps he really did think I was dangerous. He never behaved the least bit inappropriately, except with his eyes. He touched me with them. They burned th...
Taking his comb onto the porch, I sat in the swing and slowly worked the tangles out of my hair. Considering the position of the sun, it was near noon. "How did you find this place, sir?" I asked the moment he stepped out onto the porch. He scratched himself, then sat next to me on the swing. I snuggled against his side, one leg hanging with his, the other o...
This started as a blog article inspired by a dreamy 'morning wood' reverie about the ups and downs of polyamory. The first segment spun off into a fantasy about picking up a young hitchhiker, and each of the following segments were about different women. When I posted the article elsewhere, someone expressed interest in hearing the rest of the Trisha story....
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
I was sixteen when I met Shayne, he was twenty-one. He went to school with my older brother, they were both geniuses. Or so I was told by them, and mom, but she was biased. I didn't know about the whole genius claim, but I did know that Shayne was way fucking hot! Dirty blond hair, blue-blue eyes, tall, broad shouldered. When Shayne first met me, I was still...