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This is the sixth installment of my 'Our New Villa' series. There's not much actual sex but lots of fun, frolics and nudity. I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback and votes are always welcome and help me to gauge what readers think. We returned to London after the most amazing, possibly life changing two weeks of our lives. After living with Berni for three years I thought I knew most things about her, but had now been exposed to her and her closest friends much wilder side. I'd observed and participated as everyone's sexual and emotional boundaries had been pushed to their limits. Not surprisingly we were all a bit subdued as we drove from the airport, already missing Portugal and not wanting to go back to our ordinary lives. As I dropped Becky and Sarah off I could have nearly predicted what would happen, Sarah made a great show of trying to kiss and grope the two of us whilst Becky held us in tight, not wanting to let go. I pulled everyone in for a group hug and

Early morning walks on the beach were the norm for Alex, Jason and I. Jason's girlfriend never joined us, she preferred sleeping in, but he was like me. A morning person. Our mother had been a morning person too. Alex swung our hands and laughed with Jason as they talked, but I stared out at the sunrise. I was paying enough attention to know that they were planning a horrible joke for Amanda when she woke up and I rolled my eyes. They were like kids again when it came to April first. They loved it. They turned into completely immature ten year olds instead of the twenty four year olds they were. Alex and Jason had been best friends growing up, but I hadn't started dating Alex until more recently. It had taken years of him trying to talk me around to going on a date with him before I finally said yes. We had only been together three months, but he had already basically lived at the beach house with us. Amanda, my brother's girlfriend, had been a fixture in our household s

I sat in my car and I received the text I was waiting for. "I'm in Room 215 baby" I was nervous as ever. I'd never done this before and it certainly wasn't legal. It had been 6 months since I left my wife after she cheated on me and I hadn't been with anyone since. I needed the physical contact and the sexual release. What made it more nerve racking was the fact that it was a trans woman. I'd fantasized about this for so long and it was about to be real. I cautiously made my way up the motel stairs and I stopped at room 215. My heart was beating out of my chest. She answered the door in a black, lacey, one piece lingerie. She looked exactly like her pictures. Even better actually. She had long curly black hair and looked Latina. She had a strong Spanish accent. She said, "Hey baby come in." I walked in and she closed and locked the door behind me. The motel had that musky cheap motel room smell. At least it was clean. She walked to the bed

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. My short stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my personal interests, fetishes, or personal history. Contents: F/m, Mistress/pet. Loving BDSM. Fetish. Bondage, predicament bondage, prohibited movement. Sadism/Masochism, pain play (F to m). Body examination. Flail use. Oral (m on F), PiV sex, vaginal sex. Creampie. Consensual. Collar, cuffs. RACK. This is a very old work of mine, but I think it still has merits so I'm uploading it for you all to enjoy. Let's begin! ---- "Comfortable, pet?" The words rolled over her full, dark lips, sensuous and carefully weighted, with the hint of something like a purr. The answer was not immediate, and followed a slight gasp of breath, an almost inaudible whimper. He looked at her, face flushed, though it was not apparent what the cause was; exertion, fever, intoxication, embarrassment, mayb

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental. * The Scottish city of Aberdeen prospered during the boom years of North Sea oil and gas. With a deep water harbour close to the offshore action, Aberdeen became the main UK supply base and operations centre. As a temporary home to oil and gas industry experts from the USA and other countries, 'The Granite City' also became known as 'The Houston of the North'. Extraction of North Sea oil and gas was still a big deal in Aberdeen early this century, when Brooks Rogers arrived from Houston, Texas. His father was chairman and chief executive of Rogers Oil and Gas Company. Brooks had no siblings, so some day in the future he would end up in charge of ROGCO. Brooks was in his mid-thirties and old man Rogers had decided it was high time he grew up and started learning how to run the business. He chose one of his most experienced and trusted employees as a mentor for B