Slap Stories

I was agitated, frustrated, angry, single, and missing my damn vibrator. I knew my uncouth roommate Bunny stole it, but she didn’t admit it. She would take other things from me and give me that dumbfounded look when I asked her about it. How do you take another person’s vibrator? I wondered about Bunny, my messy, underemployed, pink-haired, tattooed-up-the-wazoo roommate. This was a tiny, one-bedroom apartment in a pricey...

The limo came to pick us up promptly at eight in the evening. We had eaten a light, early dinner several hours ago, then relaxed for a bit. I did my enema about six, figuring that would get everything cleaned out. Then showers, makeup and hair. Cooper and I went back and forth on what I should wear. At first, we thought, of course, I should wear something slutty. I mean, isn’t that what you’re supposed to wear to a gang b...

We left the party. I followed her up the stairs in the wake of her exotic perfume. She slipped her key card into the door lock, I followed her in and stood in the middle of the short hallway of her suite. The lights were mostly off and the remaining lamps gave her skin an almost shimmering glow. She had come across as stern, but passionate, so this didn’t worry me. She wore a tight black party dress, sleeveless, that only...

I was daydreaming about songs Just where do they come from? Experiencing what we’d had together the sadness, desires, our joy, and our love. Songs that we hear in nature,  The wind softly blowing in the trees The birds as they coo and chirp Brook babbling as it flows o’er the stones, carefree children, wild at their play. Songs of two bodies as they make love, moist echo of two deeply in love. Breathing coming fast and ho...

It had been just under a month since that night on the roundabout. Liz and I had been fucking our brains out every day since. Until this past week at least. I was not concerned at all; it was nice to be able to take a shower, wash my cock and not have that sensitive feeling you get from severe overworking. Still, I had contemplated on several occasions what the cause could be. My instinct suggested ‘girl stuff’ but I was...

Author's Note: As always, this story is hard to categorize... a little group, bondage, and bi overtones. But mostly it's a story of loving wives. As always, if you'd like an illustrated version just email me at **********They say that confession is good for the soul. In this case at least, it was certainly proving to be good for the libido. Even after spending most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon telling s...