Larry and Faith retire early and open a brewery and art gallery that hosts naughty parties where friends come together to drink, paint and get naughty. All goes well until Faith decides she wants to try things on her own.
I first published this as a fictional story. But it was based on a true story. The first version I publish made up some scenes between my wife and another man. This is the true story. I surreptitiously watch my 55 year old wife give a young man oral sex while she thought I was passed out.
In a Kansas City apartment reeking of stale cum, sweat, and Monster energy, Derek’s router finally cooperates for the filthiest long-distance session of his life. Marisol, spread wide in Seattle, demands total degradation: spit-lubed fists, ass-to-mouth fantasies, self-facial swallowing, and gulping his own thick load while she squirts across the room. Seven brutal rounds of narrated depravity leave them both wrecked, sticky, and planning an in-person sequel that will condemn the couch forever.
Semi public sex story, two lover out for some fun times at the mall and Victoria Secrets.
To folks who might read this, I apologize, it has some issues with pronoun usage and I am having my stuff edited. Sorry, got a bit carried away when I opened my SOL account and was about to share my stories for the first time.
This is a story of consensual bondage, rape, sodomy, and death, inspired by one brief sentence at the end of one of ASSM's Laura Lynn Davis's excellent stories, but it does not employ any of her themes. Interestingly, I drew a fan letter from a foot fetishist.