I don't normally talk about this sort of thing out loud, and for some it might seem like a difficult subject too read, but trust me when I tell you, everything you are about to read is true. You see, I was ten when my mother married John, a man from her work whom she had dated for two years, although I had never met him, he told me about his eleven year old...
It was almost three in the morning. They were all exhausted. Keith was tied to the bed still and covered in tongue-missed come residue and spit. There was some on his chin from where it dripped down Jess's body. Vivica tried to lick it all off both of them but she knew she didn't get it all. Worse, she knew, Keith would be hyper aware of it. If Jess found ou...
I awoke Tuesday morning, my body aching all over. The relentless unpacking of boxes and crates had predictably taken its toll. Every muscle was sore, and sleep ceased to be the great rejuvenator it once was. I needed a hot shower and coffee -- lots of coffee. Maybe two more days of unpacking and we could move through the house without feeling like mice searc...
Sarah's car was already in the driveway when I got home. I picked up my purse, stepped out into the warm late summer air, and took a deep breath. The smell of green filled the air, and I smiled. I took the steps to the porch two at a time, enjoying the feeling of my long, silk skirt sliding over my stockings. "Hey, baby," I called, breezing through the fron...
San Francisco, California. Friday, 8:00 PM. I'm wiping down the counters of the bar where I work, Nut Buster's, in anticipation of the Friday nightlife. I glance in the dirty mirror near the entrance to the kitchen with a yawn; I look like hell. I'm exhausted already, and my thin white muscle top has faint stains under the armpits. I'll throw on a flannel...
Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human...
When Stewart arrived at the dinner party with a life-sized mannequin tucked under his arm, Stella asked him if he would care to deposit it in the cloakroom where the rest of the guests had left their coats. Ignoring her, Stewart marched down the hall to the dining room. Stella scurried after him. The conversation stopped as he set the mannequin—dressed in a...
It was a rough week at the office. Besides that, both of us were between men, off our diets, bogged down with the midwinter blahs and a vicious case of PMS. As if we were psychic, Ronni and I sent our emails at practically the same time. "Girls night out?" "You bet!" We decided to go "toy" shopping at our favorite downtown sex shop, pop a bottle of wine, an...
'The King is dying.' That was what the messenger said. Well it was expected. The old man had passed the age of sixty some time ago, and had been feeble for a while. A week before the Christ Mass he had lost consciousness, but now we were told he had revived. Ealdgyth refused to go where Harold had summoned her, so I went in her stead. I had never been at a...
She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. Her smiled widened as she came across an entry entitled "Hi I'm Candy f*** me..." ... Julie sat in the sterile lounge of the ai...