Tonight is LBCFMD (Little Black Come Fuck Me Dress) night—Lacy made sure to tell Sofia about it before we left—and Sofia is really excited about it. “Daddy, it’ll be a great chance for us to meet other couples.” I have to say, after the day we’ve had, I feel exhausted, but I want to make the effort for Sofia. The question is, what the hell do I wear to an event like that? The girls will obviously be wearing sexy dresses,...

It was June of 2003. Kelly and I had decided to accept an offer from Lori and Don to visit them in Florida. We had sort of been expecting a twenty-fifth high school reunion and were really let down when we heard that wasn’t happening. Things began with us having sex when we were teenagers and we reconnected at our twentieth. Since then we’d been sharing pics and having phone sex. We were all very anxious to see each other...

We had long dreamed of this weekend, and it was finally here. A chance for us to drop out of life for a few days and let go, to submit to our unbridled fervor, to test and push limits, and maybe even live out a few fantasies. The hotel provided us a haven to do whatever we wanted, and we did. *** Grace and I pulled up to the hotel just after lunch time. We had called ahead to book an early check-in, as we were both eager...

"There is no football game this Saturday. How about we go out to Lake Travis?" Tommy suggested to Blake. "Can't, my folks are going to be here - all day." "Well then, I guess it'll just be Charlene and me. Not that that's all bad..." Tommy looked at Charlene, "...but it'd sure be fun if you could come too." Tommy continued looking in Charlene's direction, inviting her agreement. "Of course it'd be great if Blake could go...

They were dancing to some relatively serious belly-rubbing music, but Dave remained quite tame, or so it would seem. His hands were making their way slowly downward from Charlene’s waist and pushing her shirt upward, exposing more and more of her panties. As Dave’s hands, meeting only token resistance, snaked over Charlene’s panty covered butt, he quietly said, “If I hadn’t shown up when I did, I’m guessing the shirt woul...

It was August of 1977. Kelly and I were going to be seniors when school started back up. But before then our little town had its annual summer festival celebrating our local crop. Kelly and I had made our first trip to Milwaukee’s Summerfest several weeks ago and we knew that nothing in our little town could compare to that experience. Kelly’s sexuality was beginning to boil. She had dressed like a slut at Summerfest and...

It was June of 1990. Kelly had won a trip to Spain through her job. They got the trip by spending money with a media company. They had an internal contest and Kelly won the trip for two. She found out back in March that she won and had been feverishly planning and hitting the gym and tanning salon ever since. We arrived on a Sunday after an overnight flight to Brussels and then a short hop to Torremolinos on Spain’s Costa...

There are two types of jobs for women in Las Vegas. You can be a showgirl/stripper or you can be a casino dealer. Young and dumb and willing to try anything I left my mid-western home with all my savings and a lot of hope to make it in Las Vegas. It didn’t take long to find a small apartment in the back of a tiny house located in a decent neighborhood.  But it also took most of my savings for first and last month’s rent. ...

It is a really hot humid summer day. Although I showered only an hour ago, I am already feeling uncomfortable and sweaty, my top and skirt are sticking to me. I wish I had a swimming pool. I look outside the window of my kitchen onto my balcony. The sun is high, the skies are blue and clear, a perfect day to go out and get a tan. I take my new red bikini that I bought online out of its packet. I am home alone so I slip of...