Next month I shall be sixty-seven years old. Before then there will be the fifth anniversary of the day my darling Dorothy was taken from me. A merciful release, said people who had known of her illness; and so it was. I still think of …
~2~ Dangerous Games The hallways are beautiful. Gilded mirrors, red luscious carpet and claw footed velvet sofas. I love this kind of extravagance; I love that I can afford this lifestyle. Looking around I walk over to the velvet piece and run my …
Steve is an average 19 year old on the outside. He has a full time job, a live in girlfriend (Amanda), divorced parents, and 2 cats. On the inside he’s about to erupt. Summer is the eruption. Summer is Steve’s “alter ego” who comes around …
The phone call was a surprise. After some inconsequential small talk, the caller dropped his voice in asking, “Does the term ‘watch and be watched’ ring any bells with your two?” Mark paused before committing himself. Eventually, he said, “It might.” “We hoped it might.” …
The man, who calls himself Michael, has his penis in his right hand, guiding it. It isn’t enormous, but large enough, the condom-protected swollen head protruding above his fingers. He lets it rest against the puffy labia, teasing her with the anticipation. He looks down …
Annie parked her car outside Pete’s house. She was not looking forward to this; she’d come to pick up Jeff from yet another one of his boozy poker nights. She stopped to gather herself before heading up Pete’s driveway, sometimes he just weirded her out. She was trying …
You can’t believe how badly I want to just walk into the bedroom and rail my wife but I can’t I am stuck in the office being railed by the boss! Don’t get excited, my boss is a man, an old, pissed off, fat, no …
Join now to listen to this story The night calls out and I am drawn alone memories, your voice, your smile of silken grace, perfection thoughts of yesterday lead to tomorrow On wings of the night a mist of swirling gray night calls …
Freaky is only the beginning now!!! Good to see you back and reading about this increasingly bizarre life of mine! When I wrote you last, I was one step away from beginning my life as a paid woman of pleasure. My sister had taught me …
Anita wasn’t supposed to be vacationing alone. The trip to Scotland had been planned for months, a fifth anniversary trip, and her husband was supposed to be there. Three months before the trip he transformed from her “husband” into a “low-life, cradle-snatching, liar-cheater, asshole”. Whilst …
