NOTE: If you have not read the Bree stories 1 thru 3, I would highly suggest you do so you can have a perspective of the past history of the people involved, the events that had lead up to each individual related chapter and how this lifestyle has ev
Our Stories in Succession:
1. Bree1 â€” Kate, the prequel to:
2. Bree 2 â€” Girlfriendâ€™s Big Surprise
3. Bree 3- A Trip To The Mountains, when sequins to:
4. Bree 4 -Wifeâ€™s Accidental Encounter With The Donkey
5. Bree 5
This is the third of the eight related stories involving my wife Bree and their friends. They are all in sequence and should be read in this order;
The first story is actually a prequel involving my then long-term college girlfriend, Kate, (Bree 1 -
This is the second of the eight related stories involving my wife Bree and their friends. They are all in sequence and should be read in this order;
The first story is actually a prequel involving my then long-term college girlfriend, Kate, (Bree 1
Our Related Stories in Succession.
It is advisable to read them in order as the stories transcends to the next one:
1. Bree1 â€” Kate- Story for Texans, the prequel to:
2. Bree 2 â€” Girlfriendâ€™s Big Surprise
3. Bree 3- A Trip T
I had purchased a body- stocking that gave the appearence that I was entirely covered in tribal like tattoos. I opened the curtains all the way back to reveal a pole (a portable pole for pole dancing *giggling*…who knew?). I turned on some “dirty d
I very slowly and deliberately take the scope and move it aside…quickly checking that I could still see the window. He was watching…wondering what I was up to. I stood facing him. I began to turn very slowly and when I was almost full circle I pl
I was having the most fantastic dream. It was dark, and hot. I was holding on to something- bars, maybe? My long red hair was in my face. I could feel it sticking to my gently parted lips. I was pushing my little hips backward, impaling my pu
I was Caught having a self-indulgent moment of my own
Its morning 8ish I’d been laid awake in bed some while now maybe half an hour or more, I’d been thinking about the previous night and what a good night we had. We’d been chatting over whe
It was something inside me that made me want to serve. It was more than the sex, more than my craving for a man’s seed, more than the feeling of being told that you’re ‘just’ a whore. Yes it was something deep imbedded inside my very soul.
I decided to run away for a few days. I needed some space…away from my world. So I flipped a coin. Heads…north. Tails…south. It was heads.
Once on the road…I found myself wanting to put on a show for my fellow travelers…just the thought of
Gift Never Forget
It was an evening in mid December. Telephone was ringing. I guessed it was my husband Kingsley. I took the receiver hurry, because he went to inspect a branch office of his working place which was located about 200km away from th
WHAT KIND OF WOMAN I WAS At first, I didn’t want anybody to know what I was doing. I thought that if any one knew, I like the way it felt they would think I was a lesbian. I couldn’t embarrass my family like that. The fir
More Memories of Raeanne
That night we met at the Hotel Allison, a dumpy slum on Stockton Street for cheap or poor European travelers. It maintained, in spite of its low prestige, a facade of proper accommodations, sporting a faux-Victorian lobby
A breeze passes along the contour of your body. Teasing the skin that is exposed. You unconsciously tremble. You are unaware of a presence filling in the gaps between
the shadows. You sleep.Dreamless. I dance around you. Above you. Below you. Each
His instructions were very simple…he was to make it worth remembering!
He is leading me by a gold chain that was attached to a gold ring which hangs directly over my clit. I had a piercing done there long before it became popular. He stops to o
…be careful what you wish for
My name is Nik and I am addicted to trawling the internet for gay websites looking for clubs and saunas, anywhere that I could experience my first gay encounter. I was sure I could find club or sauna somewhere in th
Brodie Gravedon had always been any girls dream guy-jock,standing 6’1,Deep brown eyes,and dirty blonde neat hair.He had a rugged,toned body,and having a bit of Indian in him he was a perfect tan.
Even though Brodie was like a greek god the real beau
You know I never thought that this day would ever happen again…but it did…
As I sit on my computer checking my messages like I did every night after work I came across an unknown email address…so I opened it. In the email it read “My darling