I don’t really remember my parents. I’d been in foster care for as long as I can remember, bouncing between different families and institutions. Some of the families were nice, but they were so busy all the time with their own lives and other kids, that they didn’t ever seem to be able to spend
I knocked around a lot with a mate called Dennis. We did a lot together: watched and played football, shared chores, and generally just had a good time. He was a year older than me but treated me the same anyway.His Mum asked us to sort out her patio. About 50 m2 of dirty, green
The applause had died down, the house lights were up and the long table which had held microphones, dice, and laptops was now cleared of all the clutter. A line of fans stood waiting, patiently, impatiently as each person greeted and chatted briefly with their favorite podcasters. Everything had gone well enough with the group’s
Bank 1Warning : If you have time, I would recommend that you read the previous stories in this saga or, at least, the first episode. It will give you the necessary background to understand the various characters. But if you start from here and if you need to know the essential, then let me tell
LET’S PLAY A LITTLE GAME”Selective Treasures,” I read out-loud as I looked at the sign. “What an unusual name for a thrift store.””It might be worth looking in,” my wife Amy helpfully suggested as we hovered undecided outside. The two of us had decided to venture out for the day and had happened across a
Shit, shit, shit.Ian had got caught breaking a cardinal rule: Don’t fuck a buddy’s family member behind their back.In fairness, everyone knows Bill’s mom and dad have an open marriage. And Mrs. Cornwall had invited Ian to come and play with her in so many words. Ian had to assume she knew it would be
Hi, it’s Tom. You don’t have to respond. I gave my presentation last month.We have a much larger turnout than usual tonight. We have a mystery guest speaker, someone who is not a member of the group. I’ve helped Dave set up a screen in the front of the room. It’s not a movie screen
My wife died about 15 years ago, leaving me a 41-year-old man with a sizeable insurance settlement and a 12-year-old daughter. The money was enough for me to be comfortable, and for work to be an option, not a necessity.Jenny was a childhood friend of my daughters. As they grew up, Jenny grew to be
(Author’s note: This story feels relatively tame. However, I It is the first of a series that will include Bondage, Flogging, CNC, Public Sex, Water-sports, Group Sex, as well as Gay and Lesbian sex. If these things are not your cup of tea consider yourself warned.)Europe is a crazy place. Or at least, Americans letting
Chapter 3: BeckyI made it back to the house first. Will had the music going, and he was settled in the recliner drinking a beer. When Jeannie and the girls came in I noticed how they looked at me: Jeannie smiled, Becky looked at me wide-eyed then looked away, and Elle avoided looking in my
“Search [Orgy] to skip context.””All feedback is appreciated.”[Context]Nancy was looking at Adam, her bright red lips merely inches from her husband’s cock.She was stroking him, a broad smile on her face while she listened to the moans and felt the twitches in his manhood. She stuck her tongue out, viciously licking the perimeter of the
Many, many years ago I made an appointment with a counsellor to attempt to understand myself and live a more fulfilling life. One of the first things she asked me to do was to write a sexual fantasy for her, which I did. I sent it to her as requested so she’d have time to
I lean back into the lounge chair and luxuriate in the warmth of the sun on my skin. The late morning light dapples the pool in front of me, and low mountains rise in the distance. My husband and I are at this resort for the rest of the week, taking a well-deserved respite from
This is the second chapter of the Peppermint story; however, it is set before the events described in the first chapter. I therefore suggest that it may be beneficial to read that chapter.As I drove home in the hours that followed our session I had plenty of time to think. Firstly, of course, of my
This story involves the event I had been waiting for since the day Jack left for the summer was past. It happened my senior year in college and I had just given the gift of my virginity to someone special. His name is Tucker and, today, we’ve been married for two years.”How is it,” you
Authors Note:I am trying something new this is one of five stories written from the same prompt but with different characters to explore how a story changes when you change the characters. I’d love your feedback on the concept as I have future stories in mind I would like to try with the same concept
There are many benefits to being a marine biologist. Artistic liberties taken regarding coral reproduction.***At the beginning of every semester, I think to myself, ‘I can do it. I can take this 8AM class. I can be a morning person.’ And every semester, without fail, I find myself here, bolting down the halls, perpetually late.
Ch 31: BiscuitMy tongue continued to move frantically on my cousin’s soft soles and I was so busy with that work that I could not follow well the conversation between my two Mistresses who kept giggling. At that moment my mind was so foggy that I could not think of anything and the only things
Kate and Carrie owned a town house in one of the suburbs a couple of miles from their office. It was one of a block of five, a narrow structure on three floors built on the side of a hill. From the road, the driveway dipped down to the double garage, with a laundry room
Everyone involved in sex is over 18. The story is based on events that happened in my life. I have changed the names and some things to make the story flow. This will be part of a series. I guess I will call this story a prequel. The future stories start in 2015 and go