Ben Stokes’ Swinging Household 04.This story describes further activities in Ben Stokes’ Swinging Household. To fully understand the events, it would be best to read the first three chapters. But, if all you want is something to stroke to, plenty is in here to encourage you.This story contains scenes of cross-dressing, cuckoldry, man-on-man sex, woman-on-woman

I wrote this many years ago for a competition in which it came second.I rounded the corner to our pre-arranged meeting place and saw you straight away, smiling to myself. It has been a while since we have been able to meet up. You don’t seem to be alone though which confuses me, but as

I was going to the bookstore for the first time. My mind wandered back to the thought of it all day; I had trouble concentrating on anything else. I was elated, scared and horny all at the same time. I felt giddy all day as time passed as slowly as dripping molasses—I was ready for

One Friday I was told that two men had requested me to go for a car ride in the hotel’s very large Rolls Royce. I was told who the men were, I had seen them at breakfast. They were both in their thirties, average build, short hair, and quite good looking. Naturally I agreed. I

This is part 3 of “The Party” story. As with my previous stories, this is based on my real life experiences with a touch of fantasy thrown in. Thank you for reading and please, I enjoy and appreciate your comments and feedback either after the story or via email.Jon’s hand, firmly on my left upper

Kay was quite looking forward to the weekend of work that was lined up. It was a nice straightforward job working with a group of students, some of whom she had worked with previously, others who were new to the team, but she was confident that they would all be of a similar mindset as

My wife Sonja had set up a playdate at our house for this Saturday with Greg and Michelle another couple we have an ongoing relationship. I always let the ladies work out all the details for these intimate swap sessions.This was the third time we had gotten together. It had been over a month since

It was an error. A mistake. A stuff up.’I’m here for the party,’ the chap said when Sharon answered the door.’The party?”Yes.’ And then, perhaps realising that the house behind Sharon was remarkably quite for somewhere that a party was supposed to be taking place, the chap frowned slightly and looked at his watch. ‘Am

Wrong Turn, Right HallwayA Wade Wilson Storyby The PreveBased on the character and story created by Wade Wilson, and illustration by LechonoThe Author wishes to thank Wade Wilson for his permission in writing this story (and no, it’s not that Wade Wilson :D).Part FourThe Executive Suite:Part ThreeWade stood against the walls of the shower. Water

The lovers dressed and Elenore went into the kitchen. When she opened the oven, she was pleasantly surprised. The turkey was golden brown. Pat was looking over her shoulder and inhaled deeply.”Elenore! That should be on the cover of a food magazine. And oh, does it smell delicious. You have done another excellent job preparing

The storm that whipped through the town and adjoining campus left devastation in its path. Even the oldest of old-timers said it was the worst natural disaster they’d experienced. Trees and power lines fell. Roofs flew hundreds of feet away. Windows blew in. Dozens of walls collapsed. Cars, even heavy trucks, were overturned.There was no

“What’s for dinner?” I ask, putting down my work bag and hanging my keys on the hook by the front door. As I walk into the living room, I see our friend Gray lounging on the couch in his usual torn jeans and faded rock band t-shirt. “Oh, hey, Gray. Where’s Jude?””Getting dinner ready.” He

///Cold HandsBy Scottish TexanAll characters engaging in sexual congress within this story are at least 18 years old or older at the time that it happens. This is an original work of fiction, Copyright 2023 © by Scottish Texan. All rights are reserved by the author. This work is not to be published or reproduced

Part Four — A BoyFive months is just about enough time for you to forget about something, but even if I had forgotten, Sheila clearly hadn’t, because in spring of 2017, my phone popped up with a text message from Sheila, whom I hadn’t heard from since our insane encounter last fall. “Saturday still good

The hotel lounge was quiet that evening, not surprising for a Wednesday. A table with five out of towners drinking pitchers of beer, seven people spread out around the oversized horseshoe bar. One woman, not bad for a lady of her age, certainly over 40, possibly even in her early 50’s. C-cup breasts under a

Hey guys, here’s Chapter 27. I hope you enjoy it. This one is a little long, but I think it’s an important one. Again, I try to take suggestions into account. Hopefully, I did okay. Time is marching forward, and soon the big plot points will be resolved. Comments are always welcome and appreciated! As

I come over to see you, arriving a week before your birthday. We get out a bit and I meet your friends before the big day arrives. That night you are very quiet and I finally get you to admit that you are dirty that your ‘friends’ did not at least have a few drinks

It was the day after our annual New Year’s party, which was an absolute blast. Someday I will write a story about our evening, but this story relates to something that happened to me in the past. A group of 10 people stayed overnight after the party. In the morning, Billy and I made breakfast

Aleksandra was disappointed in herself for not understanding the situation immediately. She had stood before the two men in surprise, with her towel in one hand and her free arm covering her breasts in modesty, for longer than she would have liked.As a female, she had been in similar situations before. Her profession was largely

Niko followed Kate outside as she repeatedly dialed Sydney’s number, cursing under her breath. Sydney had been known to stir the pot a bit, but leaving with an anonymous stranger in a bar hadn’t previously made the cut. Kate vowed to never get married if it meant that, upon divorce, she would turn into a