“Here, take this. I want you to be safe. “ With that, my husband handed me a condom. Actually, I don’t know why he bothered. I’m not going to need it. He’s truly kidding himself if he thinks that I will be having sex tonight with somebody else. “Dress up seductively”, he told me as…
Read More “Wife Reluctantly Agrees to Husband’s Fantasy” »
Monica was still flushed and dressed in only the half cup bra and the crotchless panties as Vicky slid the silk jacket off her shoulders and hung it up. “Poppet,” Vicky said, “could you gather a few paper towels from the bathroom?” She looked down at her legs and smiled. “I think I might need…
Part 1, A Sean and Vicky Story. Sean sat on a bench in the mall, mid afternoon on a lazy Tuesday in Cardiff, in June, and idled the time away watching the young clerk in Les Bon Temps, a lingerie store embodying something of both Palmers and Victoria’s Secret. The woman, early to mid twenties…
There should be a law about people sending you work on a Friday afternoon, but there isn’t. I checked the time, about 6 pm, I lifted the receiver of my phone and dialed home and spoke to my wife Liz. “Are you still working?” Liz asked. “Yes still working,” I knew that tone in Liz’s…
Alone again. Sometimes, well if I’m honest, oftentimes I hate when my husband travels for business. I guess I’m just spoiled, I want him here with me always. Robert’s the ultimate provider. He sees it as his life’s mission to protect and nurture me. Our relationship consumes us, but sometimes his job takes priority. I’ve…
Jack stepped away from the taxi and turned to watch his daughter in law climbing the short but steep steps to the hotel doors. It was hard not to notice the movements of her shapely bottom under the tight grey skirt. He cursed his son, Colin, under his breath. Suzy was tired; she had been…
John hadn’t caught her age as things had just moved too fast. She was no teenager, but she couldn’t be more than twenty-five he figured? My god what a body, what a flat stomach and look at her firm tight ass. As her plump raspberry tinged lips enveloped John’s hard cock he groaned again and…
A fantasy inspired by someone special…this is for you. A belated birthday present. My eyes roam over the provocative sight before me. Your glorious naked body sprawled on the bed, your wrists tethered to the headboard, bound with black silk ties. I pause for a moment, taking in your lightly tanned skin, the swell of…
This story is written from the viewpoint of my ex-wife, Karen, when she was 31 years old. As we were sitting in the airport on the way back to Chicago after our vacation in Cancun, I said to Sarah, my friend from work, “I can tell you REALLY liked that waiter guy. Hell, you’re single,…
“I hate you, you know that!?” you half-yell, trying to get over the sound of your own laughter as you close the door of your apartment behind me. “Yeah, yeah.” I throw back at you over my shoulder as I look around the place, checking random doors. “You can say that as many times as…
Suggested music – Depeche Mode – World in my eyes / Policy of Truth / Duran Duran – The Man Who Stole a Leopard. The smell of perfume was so thick that it could intoxicate you alone, save for the expensive alcohol-filled bottles, carefully lined up on the bar shelves, like museum pieces, shinning from…
As I was drying my hair after working out at the gym, thoughts quickly turned to dinner. Hmmm. What should I have tonight for dinner? Should I drive to the store and get some sushi? Or should I just go down the street and grab pizza. Hmmm. The store was 6 miles away and I…
“I have an idea. Let’s go into the bedroom and while we are having sex I will shoot some pictures of us while we are doing it.” “Are you crazy or what?” “No. Let’s go do it. Come on. It’ll be erotic.” “That seems weird to me.” “No, it’ll be cool. We’ve never done anything…
Lace is an openwork fabric, patterned with open holes in the work. It can be made by machine, or by hand. The holes can be formed via removal of threads or cloth from a previously woven fabric, but more often open spaces are created as part of the lace fabric. Lace-making is an ancient craft….
As Matt got into the front passenger seat of my car, I unlatched the ragtop and flipped the convert switch. There was a whirr of small servos and the roof gave way to bright sunshine and the rustling of branches and sparkling green leaves. We were in the parking lot of the community pool; it…