Wiccedwoman

James and I have been married six years. No kids as yet. We both have demanding jobs. Sex is OK, when we have the time. Most days he doesn’t get home from work until late. In his “spare” moments James studies, watches TV or sits engrossed in his computer. Occasionally, he snuggles up to my back in the early hours of the morning, before the alarm rings its’ warning. His penis is rock hard and almost before I have time to surface from my sleep-drugged state, he slips it inside me. A few deep thrusts later, it’s all over. I often wonder if it was a dream, but the sticky residue meanders down my thigh when I finally rouse myself from bed. ...

Liz’s pussy was sore, but each throb recalled the pleasure. Pictures, sensation, smell, taste. She pulled the covers over her head to block out the voices of her parents downstairs. She was alone in her bedroom, just her in the dark. Just her with her wickedness. Her mind wandered over the events of the day. She’d first met Mick at a friend’s place. She was sitting at the kitchen table when he wandered in, covered in grease. He’d been working on the old wreck in the garage, just helping out. He plonked himself down and swung his feet up on a chair, before giving her a meaningful glance. ...

Part 1 - Lilith Discovered Charles had perfected the art of perfunctory sex, slotted somewhere in between the first shrill of the alarm and the last shot of caffeine. Alice acquiesced, she always did. It was over in two minutes anyway. It was more trouble to say no. However, she cursed the sticky mess that trickled down her inner thigh as she made her way to the bathroom. He kept a bottle of lubricant by his side of the bed; it made things easier, quicker, more efficient. At least he didn’t leave her sore. ...

(story continues from Indiscretion 3) Chapter 4 The waiter placed the bottle of wine on the linen tablecloth, and then uncorked it. The vintage made a gentle trickle as it filled two crystal glasses. Elaine sipped first. She felt the warmth slide down her throat; it was a pleasant sensation. “Well Carol, what are you going to do? Are you going to leave him?” “God Elaine, I don’t know. I’m lost, completely lost.” ...

Lucy, a transient resident of the commune, was a foul little witchling – or, more accurately speaking, a moody, hornily premenstrual young girl with more than a passing interest in the occult. She also shared Angie’s taste in men, specifically Danny. Like a cat checking out its prey, she’d studied him keenly. She was only nineteen, but had a perverse attraction to older men – particularly older married men exuding power and confidence. ...

Dave lifted her pinstriped dress and white starched apron, his hand reaching for the elastic of her knickers. This was 1975, and nurses still wore time-honoured attire. It was the stuff of medical fantasies and Benny Hill skits. Lying on her bed, Kay sighed and studied the ceiling. She noticed some peeling paint, nothing unusual. The Victorian nurses home was chronically shabby. “Dave, not now. I’ve got to be on shift soon.” It was an excuse. She didn’t fancy him, or what he was offering. He bored the shit out of her. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 7: My Inner Whore Discovered) Chapter 8: My Demonic Lover “What do you mean Paul?” I asked, captivated by his statement. He continued to stare at me intently, carefully weighing up his response. “I wanted to keep you on the side lines, keep you out of things – but Steve needed you so badly it just got more and more difficult.” “Sidelines of what, Paul – what are you talking about?” My question had a slight edge, my curiosity sharp as a needle. ...

“Fuck off Dave, just fuck off! Go away and don’t come back – you make me sick, you and your bitch of a mother. In fact, why don’t you screw her instead?” Sandy raged. The build-up had been simmering a while, and tonight’s incident had released the boiling genie from its bottle. Dave look at her coldly, no understanding in his eyes. He didn’t comprehend why his girlfriend of three years was hurling this abuse. She was just a heartless cow – and over sexed. Just lately, his woman had been pushing; she’d made demands. A real lady wouldn’t mention sex; wouldn’t expect it. Lovemaking was his choice. She was obviously too horny, perhaps she needed some kind of therapy – though he wasn’t an expert. However, her rising voice quickly cut through his private thoughts. It was bouncing off the thick walls of the room with compelling resonance. ...

Kay’s husband vanished in a puff of smoke. Well, not really – but it seemed that way. One moment he was there, the next he was gone. Her Dad was right, “A shifty bastard” he’d said. God, it’s nauseating when your parents are spot on. She grabbed another chocolate from the almost empty box and flicked through the channels. ‘Couch potato’ she thought, ‘more like couch mould, slow growing fungus, a mildewed arse.’ She’d always been prone to hyperbole, mainly when upset. But in this case, it was reasonable. It’s not everyday you catch your old man with his dick in his secretary, or more accurately her mouth. ...

The alarm rang its warning slightly early. Angie stirred. She had the bed to herself. Calmly, she rose and got ready for work, before wandering to the kitchen. She put a pot of coffee on then noticed her husband sprawled on the couch, still sleeping. He looked child-like, vulnerable. He’d kicked off the doona that had covered him in the night and wearing only small black briefs, lay there in all his glory. She liked his body. He was tall and solidly built, heavier than her lover. Faint, fair hair curled across his chest and down to his tummy, which was slowly moving in and out in time with his breathing. He could stand to lose a kilo or two, but it didn’t bother her. His short blonde hair - flecked with grey - stood out at odd angles. She nudged him awake, “Here, have some coffee.” ...

Chapter 1 – The Hot Christmas Paul and I have been married ten years and have two children. It’s a good marriage – no dramas. We like each other and Paul is an easygoing kind of guy. On this particular day, it had been a blazing hot Australian Christmas, the start of a two-week holiday for both of us. Paul and his friend Steve had been drinking cold beers all day. It was late evening and our two little ones were finally blissfully asleep in their beds. We sat sprawled around the pool, imbibing more alcohol and generally just chilling out. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure)_ Chapter 2 – The House of Indulgence Steve opened the door. A wide, joyful smile crossed his face, “Hi folks – come in.” I may have been imagining it, but his voice seemed to contain a faint thread of relief at seeing us. “What’ll you have? The bar’s open.” He led us to a beautiful light open area in the house – marble floors and a glass-topped table surrounded by deeply cushioned rattan chairs. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure 2)_ Chapter 3 – Turning up the Heat I lay there, still gently swinging in deep space. Every muscle in my body was relaxed, every thought banished. It felt almost transcendent. It felt like, just for a moment, I’d touched the deep, dark pulsing life force itself. Paul was still gently holding my head and looking down into my face. Steve was now spread out on one of the other mattresses, his beautiful body languid and satisfied. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure 3)_ Chapter 4 – Staged Desire Once in the safe haven of my room, I flung myself on the bed and lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling. My pussy still ached and stung and the memory of recent events replayed in my head like a film reel. I’d been used, abused and humiliated – yet the breath caught in my throat as I re-lived those erotic experiences. The look of desire on the men’s faces, their urgency, the way they were both so totally turned on and hot for me – those images, those feelings still coursed through me. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 4: Staged Desire)_ Chapter 5 – Sexy Memories I lay there for some time, just appreciating the night sky. The pool and the night air had cooled me. I felt relaxed, languid. Suddenly, I caught sight of some movement – a figure in the darkness. My heart began to race. I was still mostly naked, wearing only a damp G-string. My sexy velvet dress lay in a crumpled heap on the deck. Before I’d had a chance to stir, the figure was beside me – close enough to make out a face – Steve. ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 5: Sexy Memories)_ Chapter 6 - Decadence Dave poured me the same sweet drink I’d enjoyed the day before. I loved the engulfing warmth as I sipped it. I loved the way it relaxed me. I sat down beside him on the sofa. His hand rested on my thigh and he looked into my eyes. “This is our little secret Kristin,” he said gravely, “Other people wouldn’t understand.” ...

(story continues from Erotic Disclosure Chapter 6: Decadence)_ Chapter 7 – My Inner Whore Discovered My heart was racing and my breath coming more rapidly as Steve opened the door to his private heaven. As I entered the now familiar interior, I was again hit with the sweet smell of incense and the sight of the sensually decorated interior. It was still provocatively lit with softly glowing red lamps. I heard a click as he closed the door behind us. Almost at once, his lips found mine in a long, lingeringly passionate kiss – while a hand explored my butt. ...

Carol’s eyes burrowed into Jason’s back. The tatty, off-white T-shirt was irrelevant; it was his tautness that interested her. Her stare wandered down his tall, well-built frame and lingered on the outline of his butt, before idly taking in those powerful thighs. His frayed shorts didn’t cover much. She sat on a stool behind the bar, an elbow leaning on the polished oak, her chin nestling in one palm. This was her pub, or almost hers. Half belonged to Alan – her old man. At fifty-two, she’d been with him a lifetime. ...

(story continues from Indiscretion) Chapter 2 In her solitary misery, she didn’t hear the latch open. “What’s the matter luv? What’s wrong? Did you slip or something?” The voice was concerned. Carol looked up and caught the cellar man’s worried gaze, “I thought you were on holiday Ken, what are you doing here?” She forgot her distress for a moment. “Well luv, I’ll be seventy next month – I need to pack it in. I popped round to talk about it, then I heard the other bloke let you down this week – I thought you might need a bit of help.” Ken was a kind man. Mostly retired, he only did the odd day here and there. ...

(story continues from Indiscretion 2) Chapter 3 It was raining in sheets and the winter daylight had just faded, although the overcast sky had hastened the darkness. The wet pavement shone with the reflected beams of yellow streetlights. Jack’s grey Jag pulled up outside his trucking yard and he climbed out, pausing to click the lock. Erith, a bleak town edging South East London, wasn’t a good area. Holding a newspaper over his head, he quickly made for a door in the corrugated iron fence. Pushing it shut behind him, he ran towards the porta-cabin office - his Italian leather shoes splashing in muddy puddles and crunching over gravel. ...

Dave lifted her pinstriped dress and white starched apron, his hand reaching for the elastic of her knickers. This was 1975, and nurses still wore time-honoured attire. It was the stuff of medical fantasies and Benny Hill skits. Lying on her bed, Kay sighed and studied the ceiling. She noticed some peeling paint, nothing unusual. The Victorian nurses home was chronically shabby. “Dave, not now. I’ve got to be on shift soon.” It was an excuse. She didn’t fancy him, or what he was offering. He bored the shit out of her. ...