All through high school, I'd been obsessed with rowing. It was my primary mode of exercise and the sport that I watched religiously. There was just one problem—I wasn't tall enough or strong enough to be much of a rower myself. At 5'5" and 130 pounds, I never grew into the man and rower that I hoped to be. Instead, I'd been relegated to the role of coxswain:...
Arthur was working out in the local YMCA gym. He had been lifting weights for months but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't build any real muscle. He had developed some nice little abs and some nice little delts and a nice little core and some nice little biceps. When he complained to his friends they couldn't understand it, he looked in shape to them....
Standard warning that appears in all my stories: this is a very over the top, far-fetched work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation, light feminization and taboo sex between a man and his father-in-law. Please skip if it's not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy. -- I looked at the bedside clock. It was 6:30pm. I had arrived at Roy's penthouse only an hour...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
Note: this is a science fiction story about sex and love, not just erotic descriptions. CHAPTER 1 I was sorry for the boy. To be so deformed and to be unable to have children. Still, he must be clever, or he would never have been sent to our school, where we, the elite, would be trained as priests for the most vital jobs in society. It must have been so h...
A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON CLASSIC LITERATURE Editors Note: The connection to classic literature here is too obvious to comment upon. The writer is clearly attempting to reinterpret the literary novel from an altered perspective, striving ineptly to capture something of its original ethos, language and philosophy, hampered only by his inadequacies and authorial i...
I was all ready for a quiet night at home when someone knocked on the door. I threw Kyle a look, and he shrugged. He was holding a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and a beer in the other. I stepped around the couch, and opened the door. Standing there, wearing a smile that said 'please don't hate me' was Dan, one of Kyle's good friends. I realized that my night...
We had planned to meet Saturday at the same place which was two days from our last encounter. I knew Saturday mornings were much different at the Hoboken train terminal than weekdays. There were fewer commuters there in the morning, usually only local Jersey people visiting NYC for the day, but none as early as we were planning to meet. I had a good night's...
About a year ago, I was suffering greatly from a pinched nerve in my neck. I had been to a chiropractor a few times, but it just didn’t seem to help. One morning, I was looking in the paper, in the personals. I ran across an advertisement for massages. The ad read “Masseuse for What Ails You”. By the phone number, I could tell that the person was located fa...
Disclaimer This is a work of fiction and may contain scenes of explicit sex. Any resemblance to actual places, persons, or events is coincidental. All characters are over 18 years of age. If you are not of the legal age or location to read adult stories, or are uncomfortable with erotic type themes, please stop reading now and close this document. If you ca...