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[The story so far: I’ve recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I’ve met a woman (Angela) and we’ve been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. My babysitter (Samantha) has watched us have sex, and confessed to Angela. That set Angela thinking, and she
How can I start this. I guess the best way is to just start off by saying that I’m 54 years old. I got married when I was 20. My wife (Karen) was 18 and had a daughter (Cathy) that was one. When Cathy was 18 she had a girl. Her name was Karen after
I decided to stop seeing Rick and Jerry. I also decided to surprise Ryan with Sheila. I let Sheila and myself into Ryan’s office while Ryan was still at lunch. I had Sheila strip down and hide under Ryan’s desk. When Ryan enters I tell him that I have a surprise for him and that
Everyone in this tale is 18+The family gift. Book 2Later I made my way to coffee; I looked over my coffee cup, my eyes a tad bloodshot, picked up my toast, looked again over my cup, and Jean looked over hers. To anyone else, we are both still sleepy, but she looks to the front
Maggie is coming over to see me today, she had the day off from her retail second job. She hated her job. dealing with angry customers all day, I couldn’t do it, I think I would break down too much, I don’t know how to interact with everyday people confidently. I understand why she goes
Author’s Note: I was shocked with the direction it turned. My fingers have a mind of their own sometimes (most of the time). But I wanted to make it into something decent and not just a stroke story, so this is what I came up with. I do have someone looking at this story, but
After returning home from Mon Chalet, I decided to wait 24 hours before discussing the experience with Della. She didn’t mention it either.The next evening, we ate dinner together. I gazed at her, “Dear, what did you think about our sexperience in Mon Chalet?”She wasn’t ready for my direct question. She almost choked on the
Author’s note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proofreading assistance.All characters in this story that are involved in any sexual encounter or scene are 18 years or older.I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Hell, the only reason I agreed to the dare, was because I knew there was no way Chris was ever going
Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, mistakes, and bad grammar at times.Proofreading and editing suggestions provided by OhDave1. Any mistakes are still mine.Comments are appreciated.Feedback by email is always welcome. Enjoy chatting with anyone who likes my work.*****I’d been riding a motorcycle since the
Note: The first evening described at the beginning of this vignette is described more fully about halfway through Introductions and Exposures, the beginning of my series about these two characters.She had thought she’d ended the evening by refusing to strip for him. As much as she wanted to be owned, the shift from kissing on
**ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD**___I returned early today from office and had decided to surprise Emma. I had even picked up her favourite pizza on the way home. She had been studying hard for her exams and it would definitely cheer her up.I go upstairs but halt when I hear low sounds
A fictional story from my inner dreamy self. (Not all Fiction)Training Farms – Part 1 – slave girl saraWhen a girl from the local faith-led community reaches the age of eighteen and her school years have finished her dad has the choice of either sending her to university to make a start on her professional
Sarah sat up straight in her fully adjustable ergonomic desk chair. She breathed deeply and tried to focus her scattered mind. Her body was fully supported in moulded plastic and foam and she should have felt comfortable….but no amount of physical comfort could distract her from the fact that she was unhappy. She had long
**I write these stories for fun for my wife. This one has a full arc but is still a slight work in progress.. I’m still getting into the hobby and am having fun. Any editing tips would be appreciated!**The elevator ride was deafeningly quiet, especially compared to the din of the hotel lobby the two
This is a fictional account.Suzie woke Monday morning, got ready, ate a light breakfast to watch her diet, and walked to the bus stop to meet Janie. It was a great spring day and April had arrived. She was also happy because the bathroom scale showed her down three pounds already in one weekend. She
It was a Friday night and my girlfriend, Lucy was home alone. We had been dating for about a year and a half now and things were beginning to get serious. The makeout sessions would get more intense, often resulting in our bodies being left unsatisfied. Very hot and heavy, but the ball was always
It had been a long time since Gillian had last spent a weekend with him in New York. §As she grew older, it got harder and harder to live out her fantasies. One wrong photo at an orgy or BDSM club and her career would be very ruined, so she’d had to make do with
After watching the first examination the team completed with Catherine I decided I would get involved on a more personal level. Simply watching the exam from my office wouldn’t provide me with the more necessary personal contact, so as we set up for the next set of tests for Catherine I made sure everyone understood
First SessionThe room is dark, warm and still. You had a sense of space around you as you were led in by the leash he had strapped around your neck when you arrived. Being blindfolded though, you didn’t have a chance to look around. The first sound you recognize is that of metal on metal
There was nobody else on the road. Nobody. After ten minutes of driving through two-foot-deep snow, I began to worry that Jennifer might have been taking us on a one way trip. If we got stuck, ran off the road, or got lost, we’d have to hike back to the house, which would take HOURS