Annabelle – Part 2 of 2

"A cuckold husband gets what he wishes for. So why isn’t he happy?"

It took me a week to edit the footage into a twenty-minute film I was happy with. The so-called easy-to-use software was not. On first viewing, the raw footage was a turn on, but repeated editing dulled the senses until...

Night of the Cuck, Day of the Bi – Tom Visits the Robinsons

"Ann cuckolds her husband with Tom as Joe watches. Later Joe and Tom enjoy Bi sex."

A lot had happened that summer weekend. Ann Robinson had successfully seduced her daughter’s boyfriend, Dave. In doing so, she had enjoyed marathon sex sessions with him that were only ended in order to make time for her next lover,...

Online Dating

"Experiences in finding older men online"

After dipping my toe in the water on an online dating site, I was pleased with my first date.My plan to appear almost aloof, then to surprise my date by out of the blue becoming somewhat of a slut, worked...

The Flower And The Dance

"Omalla's man was lost at sea, and her mat is empty. Dare she dance again and perhaps find love?"

Widow Omalla reached between the thorns to take the rich purple mung berries and drop them into her basket. Picking mung required attention if you wanted only the ripest berries. The unripe could be left for a later day. Like...

Act Two

"A woman signs for the new neighbor's package, an indiscreetly wrapped sex toy. But is it the mother's or the daughter's?"

I’m somewhat fuzzy on the exact wording but am familiar with the thrust of the famous phrase, if you’ll pardon my pun. Chekov wrote: “If you have an oversized dildo in the first act, by the second, someone—lips parted, eyes...

Loss of Innocence

"A boy's crush on his older neighbor turns into an eye opening experience."

Suzy had been my neighbor my whole life.  When I was a kid, I would play basketball in her driveway with her husband, John. They were the nicest couple, and really great neighbors.  My parents got along with them quite...

Watermelon Sweet

"Stolen watermelon is the sweetest"

We lay within a darkened room, our night light only a crescent moon,My dew upon her silvered wheat, our stolen moment, watermelon sweet.Her breath is soft as she sleeps, I pray the Lord my heart she'll keep.The morning sun soon...