Monthly Archive: October 2016

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Not in Zorro’s Shadow

“What? Carol and Armand’s annual Halloween gathering is a swinger’s event?” “Yeah, it’s perfect. We can go incognito.” “Dressed like that lovely ghost, you are strangling on your erection. No.” Roger loved Halloween and role play, and he used every body part to that end. “Baby, don’t you like my ghost?” “I like it real.” I snatched the white makeshift ghost costume off his penis. Clothes are for people, not this lovely erection.” I stroked his cock. “Okay, but you’d be up for holiday costumes to add an extra intrigue to our first swinging opportunity?” I kissed him on the...

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Who’s Teaching

Installment #7 of a Service House Story. Click here to read from the beginning. Julianna tied Lowell’s arms to the bed in the instruction room. “Master Orlando will be unhappy with you for switching places with me, sir.” “Yep, and I don’t care.” Her face remained perplexed, as she affixed my bindings. “Julianna, when he’s in teaching mode, he teaches. That’s the code.” “It’s Periwinkle’s turn with him, isn’t it?” I pulled on the bindings checking their range of movement. “Yes.” I hadn’t seen Periwinkle since the night on the hard wooden table when she wrapped her beautiful mouth around my cock. “You...

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Swingers Bridge

The breeze picked up, and I chose my steps carefully while we moved through the woods. As the mountain air blew through my hair, chill bumps covered my body. I inhaled the sharp, October air that held a hint of campfire smoke. Leon’s firm grip on my hand hurt. Was he afraid I would change my mind? “We’re almost there, Melody.” “How will we know if they are—?” “Babe, it’s called Swinger’s Bridge.” Never did I imagine that a weekend getaway to spice up our sex life would lead to this?Leon’s internet research found this place and here we were. The...

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Sexy Scrabble

It was our regular Friday game night with my friends. This crowd hated my single status so on occasion they would surprise me with a new guy. Tonight was one of those nights. I arrived with my traditional barbecue chicken dip and spotted the new guy the second I walked in. Making a bee-line for the kitchen, I sought out Sheila. “Who’s responsible for this tonight?” I sat the casserole dish and chips on the counter, anchored my hands to my hips, and turned prepared to blast Sheila. “It’s not what you think, Alice.” “Oh? You’ve rounded out the numbers...