Darlene”s husband had political connections. Under pressure from the mums he had arranged for the State Governor and his wife to be Guests of honour at a Gala Ball and to open the new Scout den.
The Governor”s wife, who was widely recognised as the boss in their partnership, loved ballroom dancing especially waltzing.
The Boy Scout Mothers asked me to make special arrangements for their husbands to attend ballroom dancing lessons.
Classes were held every evening. We joined a group that had started a few days previously. Most of the wives attended the dancing classes. Most men claimed they were busy. Read the rest of this entry »
Mum had been out of sorts for a couple of weeks, but this morning she was up bright and early. I heard her singing in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. “What”s made you so happy?” I asked.
“Jackie and Darlene are taking me shopping; I”m buying some new clothes for the house party at the Goldberg”s.” “They said its time I had a make over.”
“Speaking of the Goldberg”s, you had better get over and see her. She has been complaining that you have done nothing, with the first house party only days away.” Read the rest of this entry »
“Many thanks to Cinnamon69 for her quick, useful and kind and corrections and comments. ”
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I’ve always loved Paris art cinemas. These old, worn-out theatres, showing forgotten films in bad state, smelling of rotten fabric and dust, nowhere in the world is quite like them. There is something special about Parisian art-house cinemas; the very bohemian meets the very snotty, the richness of the film and the beauty on the screen conflicting with the nastiness of the space and people. They are always run by old, tired looking people, who grunt at you for asking a student’s discount, and they are always populated by the strangest mix of film aficionados, romantic couples and aspiring artists, all glaring at the small screen looking for some revelation; well, all but the couples, who often come here to make out. Read the rest of this entry »
“Anna. What a beautiful name,” I whispered. She closed her eyes, seemingly to savor the sound of her name being spoken. I slowly drew towards her in the moments that she was unaware. When she finally opened her eyes, my hands were lightly caressing her cheeks. I let my fingers travel slowly down her face, then her neck, so incredibly soft, and over her shoulders, until I could feel the fabric of her dress. I pushed the straps outward, until the fell over the side, leaving her shoulders bare. They were so incredibly sexy, more than anything I had seen before. Read the rest of this entry »
“Five years later.”
“M-m-m,” Carol moaned softy as I pressed my rigid cock deep into her hot pussy still filled with the load of cum I had deposited in her only a half hour or so before. There is no sensation like fucking a woman through a load of cum, regardless of whether it’s your own or that of another man. Carol knew that too, having often commented on how wonderfully slippery it feels to have several inches of hard dick moving in and out of that warm haven of bliss without any of the problems of too much friction. Of course friction wasn’t much of a problem, since Carol’s cunt had been loosened by three of our male friends already this morning. Read the rest of this entry »
It was Valentine’s Day. Actually, it was Valentine’s evening, as most of the day had already slipped by. It was our 5th wedding anniversary, which seemed a hopelessly romantic idea at the time, having a wedding on Valentine’s Day, surrounded by all the red hearts and little cupids and rose bouquets, and especially in light of our long history with the holiday I couldn’t imagine it being on any other day, although in retrospect it really meant that reservations for our anniversary dinner would have to be made at least a year in advance in hope of having any chance of getting a table. Damn Hallmark holiday. Read the rest of this entry »
“Tonight I wanna cry.”
Those words echoed in his head, coming from the radio that was being played too loudly down the hall. The neighbor girl and her damn country music, it was always on, always blaring. But tonight, that song, those words, were a fitting tribute to the pain that tore apart his heart and ripped into his soul.
“Alone in this house again tonight. ”
He stared into the tumbler of Jack Daniels he held in his hand, not seeing the amber liquid that filled the cheap cut glass. All he could see were the tears that threatened in the misty gray of her eyes, the look of sorrow and hurt that were now forever captured in his heart. Her suitcase in her hands, she turned and walked out the door without looking back, leaving him standing alone in the home that they had started together just a few years before. Read the rest of this entry »
She was still plugged when they walked into dinner.
The young woman, who had enjoyed Colin so much, had come in after a few endless hours and released them, giving them a set of the suede outfits. Lissa laughed as she watched Colin put on the chaps. He always dressed so conservatively and his long dangling penis seemed so…so un-Colin.
She was amazed that she could laugh, considering the pain she was in. The bottomless chaps helped, as her stinging bottom felt the cool air. She wished she could lean back and hold it against the tile wall for a while. Read the rest of this entry »
*Chapter 5: August*
“Note: This story is the continuation of The Gift so it will be easier to follow if you read that one first.”
As I lay in bed in the early morning hours of August first I couldn’t help but wonder what the day would bring, and how the whole month would go. May, June, and July had been very exciting for both Jeff and myself. Two of my sisters and one of our nieces had each provided a month of hot, wild, unregulated sex. Not only had I shared my husband with each of them for a month I had become a bisexual and done my very best to give them each as much pleasure as Jeff did and I received a lot of pleasure in return. Read the rest of this entry »
“Note to readers: thanks again to everyone for the feedback on the first two chapters! To those who have expressed frustration at the pace, just remember real life stories will take more time and have more detail. If you just want fast-fuck-fiction this probably isn’t a story for you. ”
“To all the moms who asked about the diet, it was South Beach, with a rigorous (4-5 days/week) cardio and weight-training routine. The secret, I found, was doing very deep breathing through both cardio and weights – that seemed to really help shed the pounds. Adding a twenty or thirty minute walk a couple of times a week (again, doing deep breathing throughout) helps too.” Read the rest of this entry »