Games make life better

"Inviting a friend from the wife's work into a little role playing"

Maria and I had been playing around with the idea of spicing up the love life after seventeen years of marriage. We exchanged fantasies to find out what got us hot when we were having alone time. It turned out that...

Past is Gone – Part- 2

"My hubby made me a woman and my colleague made me a worldly woman."

On the way, I had a bout of sneezing. Cold breeze and wet clothes had affected me. I had caught cold. As luck would have it Sameer’s bike broke down barely five minutes after we started. After dragging the bike...

Some Memories Never Die

"“Do you suck the cocks of all your male friends?”"

Wednesday nightClaire almost reverently rubbed her fingers along the edge of mattress they’d bought last year. After a brief smile and reminiscence at the extravagance of the purchase, she toppled onto it, pressed her cheek to the smooth, cotton pillows,...

Past is gone

"How my hubby guided me to be a woman of the world"

 I was a petite 32 years of age, happily married for the past seven years with Raj, who had a managerial job in a company that required him to look after two offices; one in Mumbai and another in Pune....

Key Wested – Chapter 1

"MMFF becomes MMF, and no one seems to mind"

Slipping my hands down over the sundress barely covering Laura’s tits, I felt her nipples stiffen through the silky material. I wasn’t sure if that was a reaction to my caresses or to the sight of Bret stroking his semi-hard...

Kerrie’s Journey – Chapter 8 – Timmy And I Enjoy Sara And Sara Enjoys Us

"A married woman and her seventeen-year-old step-nephew seduces his girlfriend"

If you have read my earlier stories you will know that Timmy, my seventeen-year-old step-nephew, and I have been having an affair. I was concerned that, by having such a regular affair with me, he wouldn’t develop relationships with his...

It Was Late. Episode 4.

"The adventure continues."

It was late arriving.I heard the mailbox clatter and, as I looked from the lounge window, I caught the back of the post woman as she walked across the lawn to next door. The post is always late on a...

It Was Late. Martin’s View.

"Wife lives out husband's fantasy"

It was late. The air was damp with the smell of the storm. Raindrops hung from the branches like teardrops. I glanced again at the clock: 1.15 am. It was five hours since you left.You said you would be home...