You might recall from the first chapter of this story that I had found a group of friends after several years of living successfully, but alone. I also became desperately attracted to one member of that group. Her name is Paula (Goddess Paula to me) and she had so many desirable traits that I found her irresistible. One of these traits was her perfect feet. She didn’t mind my attraction to her feet, and she even used my f...

Vivian Hannity was still in a Catholic high school in the three stories within the series "Vivian and Cathy.” Certain incidents from that time more than four years earlier are mentioned here. The narrator, Paul D’Amato, was in his first years at City College during the series “My Summer with Nora.” His affair with her only lasted four months. The immediate prequel to this story is “Vivian and Miranda,” in which Vivian mov...

After a few minutes of rest, Amy said, "We better get cleaned up. Mom will be home soon." Amy took the dildo back to her room, and Kaylee helped me brush out my hair and fix my makeup. We straightened up the bed sheets and made sure there was no evidence lingering of our pegging session. We decided to go downstairs and watch some TV. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of lemonade for each of us. Kaylee and Amy were s...

Ramona sat at her computer with her panties twisted around her ankles, breathing heavy, face flushed, and fingers sticky from a recent orgasm. She stared at the screen at what she was watching to get off and felt immediately confused and concerned about why she just had the hardest orgasm she’d had in months, maybe longer to something so undeniably … dark. Quickly she cleaned up the area as if it were some sort of crime s...

Like so many guys, I’ve had this fantasy of seeing my wife with another man. But honestly, we are a pretty conservative couple and I never thought it could possibly happen. It just lingered in the back of my mind and nothing more. Until one day, a crazy thought popped into my mind and over the next few weeks, that thought grew and grew. Before I share what happened, let me describe my wife. Lisa is five feet three inches...

Evan Grealey swiped his badge at the end of the hallway, pushing his way through the door labelled 'housekeeping', muttering under his breath. “How many fucking towels do those people go through? One for each arm, one for each leg? One for each arse cheek? Fuck!” He needed to pick up a spare spa key for Zara from the housekeeping staging room before heading up to a suite on the eighth floor for the second time today. Not...

Chapter 9: Line of Communication Angela rode the elevator up to her father’s penthouse apartment with Brad, the residual taste of his semen still in her mouth. She trailed just behind him, letting him lead since she had no idea which apartment she was supposed to go to. Finally, he stopped at a door and looked at her expectantly. “I lost my purse,” she said, thinking quickly, “No keys. No phone. You remember that you had...