Imagine this…the wind is blowing hard against the cabin walls, rattling the windows in their frames and howling across the eaves. You peer into the inky blackness outside for some sign of me. Though the interior of the cabin is quite comfortable, the sight of the deep snow and dark night sends a chill across your shoulders and you draw the thick comforter tighter across your nude body. You return to the fire to check on the simmering pot and then settle into the overstuffed easy chair to wait. Dan Fogelburg emanates from the stereo softly and the harsh sounds of winter outside seem to fade. Your mind drifts off to the days events, the chores accomplished, the ones waiting for tomorrow. Everything is well in hand and you are quite content. Read more…
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After much convincing, I was able to get you to enroll in a couple of classes at our local community college. You didn”t want to take any classes with people fresh out of high school so I suggested you sign up for night classes; most of the students attending those are adults who have day jobs. One of these classes was on Monday and Wednesday nights and this is where you met Victoria.
You were nervous on your first day and who could blame you? You sat towards the back of the classroom. There were about 60 desks in the large room so you hoped that sitting in the back would make you semi-invisible to the teacher. As the starting time of your art history class approached, more people came into the room. And I was right, about eighty percent of the students looked like they were at least 25 years old. You were glad to see that most of the people in the class were of “car-renting” age. One particular student caught your eye. Read more…
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Soleyn is a bitch.
Though being a strong headed woman who sometimes would make the most insistent men back off, she hides a servile and hungered nature.
I met her at a time when she used to roam on a dating site. Depending on her moods, she would attract home men who had succeeded in seducing her. But, if their intelligence was as high as hers, the same couldn”t be said about their sexual performances. That”s why, quite often, she contented herself with expedients nevertheless very satisfactory : she was a masturbation expert, able to push back the limits of orgasm with such an easiness that she could caress herself while reading, only getting blinded once the last page read. Sometimes, her rod urge was imperative and she used a very lengthy dildo to supplant the lack of flesh. Read more…
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“This is just a quick piece of smut I threw together for some practice. I hope you like it.
And as always, thanks to EmeraldKitten for inspiration and support.”
I’m walking down the hall, having taken a quick evening shower. As I pass by the room my lady and I have set apart for our computers I hear a small sound of pain coming from it.
I slip quietly inside and look at her. Wide shouldered and full figured, I feel that surge of passion she always causes in me. Her hair is red and curly, framing the happy face I never tire of looking at. But I can see by the set of her back and shoulders that she’s in a bit of pain. Standing all day can do that to you. Read more…
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*Chapter 2: The Party*
On the drive home from our first swinging experience, I worried that my wife and I would never be able to have “regular” sex again. Would every experience have to top the one before? That would sure put the pressure on being creative.
I needn’t have worried.
Both my wife and I had sex with others before we met each other. That’s normal! Why pretend otherwise. So did I worry when we first met that her previous boyfriend was a gorgeous stud who had gotten her jeans down on their first date? No, I wasn’t worried. Read more…
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It was a hot summer day and I was on the riding mower cutting the back lawn. Kitty was sitting on the porch steps watching me. We’d been married for about three years and still couldn’t get enough of each other. We never wanted to be apart. Hence she was watching me with a smile on her face and mischief in her eyes.
I wore only an old pair of cut off jeans and several gallons of sweat from the hot sun high overhead. I would have normally waited until late in the day or got up early to do this. But I had been called back to work early and wanted to get it done before I left. Kitty was quite capable of doing it but the old mower was cantankerous at its best and a serious pain in the ass at its worst. Read more…
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I am awakened from my daydream by the sound of the front door closing. You worked late tonight and the extra hours had been spent thinking of you… the ways to please your mind and body… and my own.
I had deliberately refrained from physically touching my body, preferring instead to caress my flesh with my imagination. In the past few hours, you made love to me in my mind a dozen times, in a dozen ways. Each time my orgasm was deeper… more intense… as if building to the moment when one living touch.. your touch.. would cause my body to shatter with a pleasure too great to bear. Read more…
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The rain lashed against the windows. A small pool of water began to form at the edge of the doorway. Teresa shook her head in disgust as she carried a tray full of dirty dishes back towards the kitchen. Her help had quit in the morning and now this storm. What else could go wrong? She bit her lip and cursed softly. Two years ago, the town had begun a revitalization of Main Street. However, the state had cancelled the funding due to budget restraints. Now every time there was a heavy rain the restaurant’s basement flooded. She placed the tray on the already cluttered counter and headed for the cellar door. Read more…
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“They tied Sylvia to a rack,” the soft voiced girl said, not looking up from her work with the boots. “They spanked her for over an hour.” The girls glanced at each other. Pam saw them share some secret when a demure smile passed between them.
“She’ll be black and blue for a week,” the dark haired girl said. She was sitting on the edge of the end of the tub with her feet in the water. “I was.” They giggled.
Pam was embarrassed. She knew then that she was in no danger at all. She had merely succumbed to the illusion they had created, a spell from which she had tried to shake Christine. Read more…
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“Why am I standing here in the rain, soggy paper bags in hand, and afraid to knock on the door?” I wonder.
My mind wanders back, reliving the events that led to my being here. It all started about 7 months ago…
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After a long and trying day, I had asked my sister-in-law, Jen, to surprise me with a drink out on the screened-in-porch. (Among the many jobs she had held, bartender was one of the most common.) She came out with a pitcher of some strange concoction, pouring two large glasses. Read more…
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