Pit-of-desire - Sex Stories

Pit-of-desire

... man and a woman." "Next time I'm sure Melissa will want to be there too," Stephanie said. "I think I'll put together a kind of sex club," Michelle said, ever the organizer and controller. "Maybe with passes or something so there can be a revolving membership." "Sounds like you need a regular fuck house for that," Eileen said. "Are you volunteering?" "Not necessarily, but maybe we can make some arrangements for a once a month meeting, kind of like a swinger's club with admission." "I want to set up a dungeon," Michelle said, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. "There's a basement." "We'll have to talk more. I have lots of ideas." "I bet you do," Eileen said. "Have you been to a swinger's club?" I asked my mother. "Well, yes, a couple of times." "And a dungeon?" "No, but there was this one time that I got tied up." "So, you have been active since Dad left." "Uh-huh. I never actually said I hadn't." "I guess not. There's still a lot I can learn from my mother." "I certainly hope so, and it looks like I've already started to learn from my son, too." I left with my mother on my arm, looking forward to many more fuck sessions with her, and with others joining in, and I also knew I could never leave the sensual dominance that Michelle provided. I was hooked on depravity and had sunk into the dark pit of desire, never to return from its enticing pleasures. I knew I'd never be the same again, and I never wanted to be. I just wanted more. And more.