“Holy Shit!” Ryan was almost speechless, but those two words made it out. He was gazing with twinkly, lusty eyes at Margie. She giggled and twirled for him, showing off the look she’d been working on for days. “You like?” she asked, smiling beautifully. “I figured, if we’re gonna be swingers…” It had started on Monday, right after lunch, before Alicia’s car had even made it all the way out of the farm’s long driveway. It was all just thinking at that point, but Margie was formulating a plan. If the partner swapping swinger thing was really going to happen with Alicia and Joey, she wanted to show them that…

And so it went. I went to work or class, Terry did his job, and we’d reconvene in the apartment at night. I noticed that if he got home before me, he would sometimes be naked when I came in, but he didn’t — or I got there first — he’d come to wherever I was in the apartment and systematically take his clothes off while talking to me about his day, subtly keeping my attention on him. When straightening up my room I regularly found his underwear and other clothes on my floor. It felt funny handling them. Our workouts also continued, which necessitated some touching of each other…

“I see you’ve met Monica.” Kelly froze, stunned by the sudden realization that she knew exactly who this wanton beauty was in their shower. Corm’s arms were tight around her, wrapping her in his strong, safe embrace. She leaned against him, her chest heaving with a heady mixture of fear and anticipation as she waited for him to say something more, to explain why her tormentor was suddenly in their home. Corm’s body was hot against hers, and she could feel his thick shaft pressed between them. A long moment passed, giving her overwhelmed mind time to unleash its fears. She was afraid because this woman knew what she was…

The mall food court was busy, crowded during lunchtime on a holiday Saturday. I sat by myself, near the water feature, a waterfall dropping into a pool full of glittering coins. Simply people watching, I saw families pass by, little kids begging to toss in coins. Older couples strolling, slowly, years of love or antipathy reflected in how close they kept to one another. Right across from my seat, someone dropped a soda from the food court burger joint, ice cubes and liquid spilling broadly. A large puddle formed. In a few moments, a security guard passed by and radioed for a cleanup. A bored-looking kid with neck tattoos, gauged…

I was a senior in high school when I turned 18 years old. I really wasn’t good at paying attention in class. I was always crushing on boys. My Daddy on the other hand hated the fact I was doing poorly in school. He gave me the belt a couple of times for doing so poorly. Other than me being bad at school my Daddy and I are very close and he spoils me like a princess. It was a Wednesday morning when I woke up & dressed for school. I dressed to feel like a slut in hopes that I got caught and I’ve gotta’ admit, also dressed to…

Mr. Berkley checked his rear-view mirror and backed his Beamer out of his driveway onto the two-lane highway. His Rolex-laden wrist lifted so he could adjust the mirror a tad, then he ran his fingers through his silver hair. An aging man of expensive metals, he was. I sat in the passenger seat, my hands in my lap holding the twenty dollars I had gotten for watching he and his wife’s two little girls for the night. This marked the last of the tuition I needed, the last bit my Stafford loan hadn’t paid for. I figured this ride home would be silent, like all the others. Mr. Berkley cleared…

It was another Friday night at happy hour at our local bar. The place was crowded this evening and it was the weekend before another group session. I had met Jennifer and Jerry there as well as a lot of regulars. Holly and Nick arrived a little later than normal. Holly had relatives in town and brought them along for dinner in the restaurant section of the bar before wandering over to the bar side and the music. Our group was feeling fairly descent by the time Nick, Holly, and her family had finished dinner. Nick introduced Sandra, Holly’s younger sister, her husband Dennis, and their daughter, Katie. Sandra was…

THE TALES OF PRIYA, a lesbian paranormal fantasy. Part 2: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck and a FutaWitch This is a story of an 18-year-old half-Warshari, half-Witch, who starts waking up to her life. Her name is Priya. She is 5’7″ 135 pounds, 34C-28-34. She is fit and works out every day. Her urges have always been towards girls even though she tried dating a guy, but she felt awkward, and it didn’t work out. Her best friend of two years is Bell, who has secretly wanted to have sex with her since they met. Arabella or Bell as she is known is a Scinlase Witch. They are on the Empire Builder…

COPYRIGHT 10 December 2005 No part of the following story may be copied or transmitted without written authorisation of the author. This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental. WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended by consensual sex between three women and a man, do not read this story. This is part 3 of the story. Thanks again to Susan K for her advice, and Jen B. I appreciate and respond to all comments. Please, ladies as well as gentlemen, do comment and tell me what the…

This was my lucky day. I finally got a business trip to St. Augustine. I had e-mailed Kat and asked her if I could meet her and perhaps take her and hubby out to dinner. By a miracle she agreed. I arrived in Florida, rented a car, checked into my hotel, and then soon found myself at the designated meeting spot, a park crowded with people. I sat there for a while watching the people pass by when Kat and her hubby finally arrived. I had sent Kat a picture of me so she knew what I looked like, but nobody needed a picture to recognize Kat. As she and…