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Seeing Roger lying nude on his recliner, hands bound securely behind his back, watching his wife getting it on with a woman, a woman for whom he had been lusting after for several days, but as of yet had not even kissed, one might assume that he is more than a bit frustrated. Roger is,
She was rapidly approaching the point of completely losing herself in the passion and pleasure of the moment. With her arms tied above her, and her legs tethered by long silken scarves to the posts and iron frame of the hotel bed, she could hear her own breathing accelerate with each passing moment. The new
She knew this was madness. She was putting her reputation at risk, everything she had worked so hard for could be lost; her job, her respect, her standing in the community. And for what? A quick fuck? She didn’t need to do this. If she wanted sex she could pay for it, or pick up
My wife Anita is a slut. I’ve always known it, but for years she thought she was keeping it a secret from me. I didn’t mind because I like it that she is a slut. Recently I revealed that I knew, and after that revelation I had her in a position where she was going
Ethan ran away eight months ago after he discovered his wife of five years was sneaking around with a black dude named Ernest. She wanted him to live with the arrangement because she told him that Ernest sexed her and made her feel like the woman of her dreams. In other words, she went black
After I graduated from the University of Maryland two years ago I got a job with Teach for America, a nonprofit group devoted to getting talented and motivated graduates to work teaching underprivileged minorities. I was assigned to be a grade-school teacher at an inner-city charter school in Washington, DC. This was the opportunity I
I was sitting at home dressed only in my robe because it felt better not to have on tight clothing on, seeing that I was six months pregnant. My husband was off at work. His job kept him at work usually 70 or 80 hours a week. It kept me lonely but I knew that
Hey guys I’m Gabrielle! I’m a white woman age 20 who has just had a black baby. I love him dearly and wouldn’t change anything, but the circumstances could have been better. I thought your readers might be interested in how I got pregnant in the first place… it’s a pretty different story. I went
I just wanted to get this story off my chest. I have been married three years to a beautiful lady named Pam. Physically she is awesome… blonde, blue eyes, 4’10 and a luscious 110 pounds. Pam’s life was hardscrabble, orphaned at an early age and growing up in various foster homes. She found time to
It was mid-January, and the usual January thaw was happening. The temperature was all the way up to 45 degrees! I pulled into my driveway about 8:30 p.m. It was Friday night and I was getting back from a very successful three-day sales trip in another state. I had been driving all day but was
In my last story I recounted how, during a visit with my husband to Birmingham’s seedier quarters in search of some adventurous sex, I was propositioned by an Asian man who assumed I was a prostitute. Going along with his understandable misinterpretation of events (he had watched me give my husband a blow job in
I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I’ve never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I know lots of men like to see women using them and I’ve occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even the larger ones at the request of the man of the
Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four- bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests for water from the children, but then as they drifted
I was dining in a Chinese restaurant with a male companion. An acquaintance who had pestered me to go to dinner with him so many times that I finally relented. He was an interesting enough conversationalist, and the food was good, so I was glad I accepted. But he was flirting enough that I knew