Yes, I'm still creating story-based and fantasy content for adults. You can find new tales free here: I took my phone into the bathroom and begged a man I’d met three hours before to make me come. Days before my wedding. In my best friend’s flat. Don’t tell anyone. The woman wasn’t really a friend. And, actually, was sort of a bitch. Very ‘Clahm’. [That’s ‘posh Clapham’ for non-London readers.] So, my fantasy of us making love in front of someone became me watching her make love to someone else. We were going to w*** bars, paying for w*** drinks (for her w*** drinks), and I was supposed to be entertaining her. ‘Look at me! I dance! I’m funny!’

My friend went to bed — and me and this man kept messaging. I decided this wasn’t cool so I said goodnight to him and got in my friend’s bed with her. Once we arrive at the restaurant, I open the car door for her —’cause I’m a gentleman and that’s how I roll — and she climbs out, deliberately flashing me in the process. I catch a brief glimpse of blue lace that I immediately recognize as a skimpy little thong that I adore. Like a left hook to a glass jaw, the sight leaves me reeling. I feel her forehead and she’s burning up. I tell her that she may have a fever and that we should probably go home. She looks bummed, but eventually gives in and I get her up and take her to the car. She was fast asleep. I couldn’t sleep, though. I was too wired and too turned on. So I WhatsApp’d him again. And told him to call me.A friendly experienced saleswoman at the sex shop provides you with the 'hands-on' help you'll need to convince your wife to try ana!. Because of what I now know to be part of the plan, the two of them ended up in a motel room with one king bed. My wife and i were fighting and she was a bit depressed and was sharing her issues with the other gal. MY wife refused to give me the blow by blow details but confessed in the language of a relative naive, church going principled woman, that the other gal eventually, after massaging her whole body including her **, ate her till she climaxed. Some of our family know because they have seen a few of the photos on Facebook. Mostly people have been positive so far. It was 3am, I was f***ed, and this fit man was telling me what he’d do to me if I was in bed with him now. It was too much.

You ready, hon?” I ask rather impatiently, and rather unreasonably. My wife doesn’t take that long, and we’ve got plenty of time, but I’m ever vigilant about time. I waste entirely too much time focusing on time. She said it was pale and she thought it was a naked person crawling behind some trees. She saw them stand up against a tree and that’s when she honked the horn and they dropped down and crawled away. Helen says, “On a few of occasions I have been asked by the client if they can get involved in the pictures, which I am guessing would involve some kind of sexual activity, but that would never happen. I am a model not a sex worker. A lot of photographers try to push the limits. If it's topless, they want nude, if it's nude they want adult etc.But I was well-behaved and didn’t do anything I shouldn’t with any of them. Except I did swap numbers with one really cute man. Nothing could have been further from my mind, my wife ** anyone but me. Apparently it was on her mind and I missed clues. Or sub-consciously ignored them. I awoke at 6pm in my house. In just my bra, pants and t-shirt — sweating, confused, and curious as to the whereabouts of the rest of my clothes and shoes.

She complained about everything: the music, venues, us. We ‘hadn’t gone to enough trouble’ for her Big Night, apparently. My favourite hen night, though, was one where I was good enough to be invited to the hen party — but not good enough to be invited to the wedding. There was also the night he took her to a concert that I was not interested in and in turn his wife and i went for drinks and met up with them later.There is an additional 4 or 5 minutes of continuing music at the end for those who want to prolong the relaxation or perhaps drift off to sleep.) I worked long hours at my own business so it was inevitable that my wife and the other gal would spend a lot of time together., Same age kids and all. I got her drunk and I started probing. She went right along. I think she wanted to get it all out in the open as much as I did. When I first started asking questions she was reluctant but I threw my bomb, the night I stood outside the bedroom window and watched her ** his ** and him ** her. We get in our tent and I roll out our double sleeping bag and we both get in together. After a while of laying there my wife starts to shiver.