Tink playing 'doubles'

Tink pleases her Master by helping him to pay a great debt

After more than a day and a half of being machine fucked by phalluses powered by the mass of the entire ship and her crew (Tink and the cask) and a full day of rest, Tink walked on rubbery legs. She didn’t think it seemly to ask Master why he’d done this to her. Was it punishment? Pleasure? Hook came to his cabin and Tink quickly stripped naked and assumed her inspection posture, kneeling in...Read On


Tink and the cask (6)

Hook reciprocates - firmly.

Tink awoke feeling refreshed and tried to stretch but felt the sail canvas holding her tightly pinned. She wondered why her Master had done this to her but the immobility felt soothing and somehow safe, like a baby in swaddle. After a few minutes, she heard his footsteps approaching the cabin. She couldn’t kneel so she simply held her eyes downcast. “Good morning my Master,” she said. ...Read On


Tink Ch 4 a voyage of self-discovery

Tink discovers another level of darkness within her.

Tinkerbelle Ch 4, a voyage of self discovery Life with her Master, Captain Hook was increasingly thrilling to Tink. He was an imaginative and kindly lover and a strong guiding presence in her life. She simply adored the man and everything about him, his appearance, his commanding voice, even the firm stroke of his hand reddening her bottom when she needed correction. On a day like any...Read On


Tink 3, the piercings

Tink is rewarded

Tinkerbelle’s training Ch 3 – The Piercings Tink awoke on her fourth day aboard the Jolly Roger and began her training with the belaying pin. Her Master had not yet required her to serve him in that way but it was important for her to be ready for him. She finished quickly knowing that Mr. Smee soon would arrive with her porridge and tea. Yesterday he had walked in on her, ass well-impaled...Read On


Tink's training - a sequel

Flying is easy, kneeling is hard.

Chapter 2 Tinkerbelle’s training Early on the morning of her second day aboard the Jolly Roger, Tink awoke to the first glimmers of sunlight peeking through the panes of the great stern cabin of the brigantine vessel. With a yawn and a stretch and a flutter of her wings, Tink arose and padded over the rough deck planks to the windows and peered outside. The sky was still purple with specs...Read On


By Hook or by crook

Flying wings get you there, folded wings keep you there.

Peter Pan, Pixie Dust, Never-never Land, Fairies… Why should children have all the fun? What if Tinkerbelle came to realize that Peter would never grow up, never take responsibility for himself, for her or for anyone except playing with the Lost Boys and idolizing Wendy, a girl who moved on to have children by another man? What if Tink came to discover a deep, inner need to be important...Read On

Love Stories(1)


Tinkerbelle, the power of three

Neverland is not without difficult choices.

Richard Ellis, Captain Ellis, Captain Richard Ellis. His name ruminated in Tink’s happy thoughts, over and over in any number of iterations. She wept that this man who saved her Master’s life already was underway and well out to sea by now. She savored the feeling of him deep inside her girl parts, reliving that fullness and heat, the sight and scent of him as he pummeled her body with...Read On



Time in New England Part 4 (and final)

Bringing a vacation to a happy ending a VERY happy ending

This is the fourth and final chapter of a series exploring the ins and outs of a fantasy with my new friend Rosalind also known as Roz or Wholelottarosie here at Lush. I’m in a bit of trouble with Rosalind. Accidentally, I called her by another woman’s name last night – Jo. Jo is also a Lush member who calls herself Sexywife104. Rosalind isn’t really angry with me but she’s teasing me...Read On


Time in New England Part Three

A sexy trip through Salem's witch country.

This is the third in a fantasy series that began with Time in New England Parts one and two and inspired during chats with WholelottaRosie -------------- Because Salem is only a forty minute drive from Boston and there’s much more to see here, we commuted up to that tiny village on the coast. Along the way I gave in to a whim and stopped in a sex shop in Lynn. Rosalind rolled her eyes...Read On


Time in New England Part Two – a story inspired by

Time spent with Rosalind in northeast US

Time in New England Part Two – a story inspired by Wholelottarosie With Rosalind on holiday in the northeastern US This was the first full day of our vacation together but I was in no rush to let Rosalind out of bed. We’d shared ourselves over the internet for close to a year before she came over “on holiday” as she calls it. Rosalind is 59 but she has a body that most thirty year olds...Read On


Up in the air

How I loved taking a flight of fancy with a matuer, intelligent woman.

We joined the mile high club aboard a small DeHavailland Dash-8 turboprop commuter aircraft. No, we did NOT use the tiny loo. On a commuter flight the loo has more in common with the inside of an MRI scanner than it does any kind of a rest room. Lucile and I met in an airport gate awaiting a 2-1/2 hour night flight to Minneapolis. We exchanged first names only. Lucile appeared to be in her...Read On



A second visit with Murphy

A one day fantasy of a 'honeymoon'

About a month after my first date with Murphy, I just had to see her again. Working hard to pull it together I scored a consulting job that would put me in Hinsdale Illinois, about thirty minutes from her, for a couple days. I could become addicted to Murphy. Her Irish strength of purpose and seriously good looks are captivating. There’s a character, Nellie Coyne, in Andrew Greeley’s...Read On


Murphy's Romance - no not the Sally Field movie

A trip to Chicago becomes a trip to heaven

There’s a funny relationship between transport and velocity. For my sperm, the route from my home to Murphy’s uterus was a complex one at greatly varied speeds. The trip began with a car to the airport parking lot and a bus to the terminal. From there it raced at more than 500 miles per hour to Chicago’s Midway International Airport and a rental car south for 45 minutes. From there was a...Read On


Fuck me? Noooo - fuck him..., actually her

Karma strilkes an unsavory contractor

Awhile back a friend called asking if I had some work for her neighbor, Jason, a general contractor. She told me his electricity had been shut off for nonpayment and he needed $1,800 to get it reconnected. My friend was concerned because she was friends with the guy’s wife and her children often played with this guy’s kids. I had met Jason and his wife, Wendy once before at a community social...Read On

Straight Sex(2)


The Ice Storm Cometh

A trainer becomes a lover and perhaps more.

Maine: 2013 Susan sat in her driveway, hands trembling on the steeringwheel. Her mind was exactly thirteen and a half miles away in a Dodge Ram 4X4 parked at the gym where she worked out. Her affair with Mac, consummated barely an hour ago, left her whole body shaking. She didn’t quite know how she was able to navigate the icy streets to the home and shared with her husband of eleven years,...Read On


Time in New England Part One

Ever wonder if it's not biz travelers but cyber lovers who keep the airlines afloat?

Rosalind is an exciting British woman whom I met quite by accident on the internet. Because we share similar interests, we became fast friends. After nearly a year of emails, chats flirting, sharing fantasies and generally getting to know one another by our lifeline on the net and sometimes by phone, we decided to take our relationship to the next step and actually meet. I’ve been to the...Read On



You're beautiful to me

Loving feelings turn up the heat

This is an earlier work with some tweaks. What would happen, I wonder, if I watched you… well, watched you touch yourself? Could you? Would you like it? Would you start out slow and gentle, music, soft candlelight? Would you wear something comfortable, silky on your smooth skin? Maybe you’d enjoy a glass of wine perhaps, maybe two just to lubricate the moment, the tangy taste of the wine...Read On

Wife Lovers(15)


Fucking Your Wife Epilogue

Hey, they asked for an epilogue, what's a writer to do?

So, where does this story leave the five players? Jeff and his lovely wife Audrey have decided to recommit to their marriage but each realizes that they have kinks that are fundamental to their sexual selves. Audrey knows, and within more reasonable bounds, Jeff agrees that she and Donald may continue seeing each other. Their couplings are private but Audrey now delights in teasing her...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-13

The story concludes, at leaast for now.

After the pool, Katrina and Jeff dressed and rented a motor scooter and were off to St. George for some sightseeing. A popular tourist spot is the Unfinished St. Peter’s Church. A plaque in front of the roofless stone structure read that construction on the church had begun in 1870 but faction infighting within the congregation led to a withdrawal of funding pledges and then a storm damaged...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-12

A cuckold begins to take charge of his life again.

By the time Audrey and Donald returned from breakfast Katrina and Jeff were dressed and finishing their coffee. “ How was ‘Brekky? Audrey asked, now emulating Donald’s pronunciation. “Breakfast was nice,” Katrina replied evenly. “We had the TV news on and there was a story about the problem on the ship but nothing that added to what we already know. I imagine that we’re going to have to...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-11

Oh my! A fire on the ship.

Jeff and Katrina left the pub and began walking towards the wharf when they stopped dead in their tracks. Passengers were leaving the ship in droves and at least eight emergency vehicles were parked near the vessel. Red flashing lights from the vehicles reflected from the ship’s hull. Three were ambulances two were fire trucks and the rest, police cars. The passengers did not appear...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-10

The past often charts the future.

Jeff and Katrina left the beach about 5PM. Walking back towards the ship, Jeff asked if she would like to have supper aboard or on the island. “While I am not exactly avoiding my husband per-se, I could do with not dealing with him right now and so yes, I’d love to dine with you on the island.” Along the way to the beach, Jeff had noticed a picturesque looking pub called the Frog...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-9

Seeing a shrink, sort of...

Tapping softly on the door with his signature knock, Jeff waited briefly before entering. The room was unoccupied but there was evidence that a great deal had happened there. The room reeked of sex, the bed was nearly torn apart and an upended champagne bottle presided over the dresser. Oddly, the scene prompted no excitement within Jeff; in fact, what he felt was one of isolation. He was...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-8

It ain't over till it's over.

Lying in his upper bunk in the stateroom Jeff decided to meet Audrey and Donald for dinner in the formal dining room after walking the deck and watching a movie in the ships auditorium. Theirs was an 8:00 seating and he got to their table first. The newly minted ‘collared” couple entered hand-in-hand and Donald held Audrey’s chair as he sat. Audrey wore a beautiful cocktail dress with...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-7

Just another day at the beach.

About noontime, Donald returned and Jeff decided to make himself scarce. He and Audrey had made progress in healing the rift between them but although he was feeling better, he wasn’t quite ready to spend time with Donald. He told Audrey that he would meet them for dinner in the ship’s formal dining room and then headed out to explore Bermuda. Catching a taxi, Jeff rode to Horseshoe Bay...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-6

What happens in port stays in port.

Audrey quickly dressed in the small bathroom and then sat on the toilet to collect her thoughts before coping with Jeff, her angry husband. She knew in her heart of hearts that this new development with Donald was going to stressful for Jeff but she had not expected him to be so difficult, especially since she and Donald had made her available to Jeff for the morning. Donald would return in...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-5

A stateroom called desire.

Curiosity was killing Jeff. He wanted desperately to know what was on Audrey’s mind and yet a large part of him was afraid to know. They walked to the stateroom and Audrey opened the door. Upon entering, Jeff saw that the room was made up pristine. On the bed were two towels folded and rolled into a pair of gulls in flight. “Let’s go out on the veranda,” Audrey suggested. Jeff...Read On


Fucking Your Wife Ch-4

What happens when a love triangleenters the BermudaTriangle?

Last night, Audrey’s last words to Jeff had been, “I love you too Jeff, more than you probably realize right now. I hope you have a pleasant night.” Jeff did not have a pleasant night per-se, he had an amazing one. On the one hand, his waking hours were filled with lurid fantasies about his wife and what she might be doing with Donald in their stateroom. On one of the ship’s many...Read On


Fucking your wife Ch-3

What you want isn't always what you get.

  Oh Audrey, my sweet, tawdry Audrey, I’ve never seen you like this but you literally rocked my world! Your transition was powerful and a complete turn-around – not to mention turn-on! Imagine my surprise – oh hell, imagine your husband’s! It all seemed simple enough. My first time visiting your home was a meeting to plan a Bermuda cruise vacation for the three of us. It didn’t enter my...Read On


Fucking your wife Ch-2

Freud and Da Vinbci would smile and then go off in separate directions to masturbate

I could hardly wait for our next time together and it did notdisappoint! Your wife was amazing and I hope you got lots of video! The tripod probably was a good idea. I liked how your wife’s cascading hair tickled my thighs but what really excited me was when she stopped pleasuring my cock and left the bed for a moment. I almost shot my wad right then and there when she returned to me...Read On


Fucking Your Wife

Be careful what you wish for, as you may get it.

Some six months has gone by since we first began toying with the idea of me fucking your wife Audrey while you watched us and took photographs and video. The big night for the three of us was this past Friday and my hands and shoulders still shake a little just remembering the intensity of my time with her and I smile broadly around outsiders without obvious reasons to smile. It’s like...Read On


Flesh and Silicone

The club, the club and nothing but the club; and then more club.

With only two days left in her trip, to the US, although tryst is more to the point, and one of those days gang-banging in Jo and Dave’s RV, Rosalind divined another of her scathingly lurid ideas. As she and Jo had gotten on so well, Rosalind suggested that she and Jo go clubbing in a pick-up bar and that Dave and I were to watch them, unseen from a distance and then hook up with us later. ...Read On