The following story that started from a dream my girlfriend had. She was moaning in her sleep, and when she does this, it usually indicates she is having a sex dream. I started rubbing her in her sleep gently, and she started moaning and woke up as her orgasm hit her. Her first question to me was how did you know, and I told her that she was moaning and I've...
You get to the coffee shop and she's not there. And so you wait, nervous and uncertain. Perhaps you shouldn't have come. And now you think about her and about this; what? You have no idea what to expect. You've thought about it over and over again, about what might happen or what might not happen. And yet you're still unclear, unsure. And now you think about...
This is a true story that happened this week. It begins in the middle of what I am calling the Sandy Chronicles that are about my relationship with my new lover Sandy or Lady Sandra when I get her into a domineering mood. My period hit me yesterday afternoon at work and it was really bad. I usually just spot a little and then it quickly goes away. Yesterda...
As she stretched out her long tan legs Cindy awoke from a particularly sexy dream. All she could remember was being buried in her old college roommates legs as she pulled her hair. She could still taste her on her tongue. She looked at the clock and realized it was time to get out of bed. She stood up and stretched again, her naked body looking back at her i...
Chapter 1 'Booger' Bordelon watched the street carefully, while posturing as if he wasn't watching the street at all. A solidly built girl waddled down the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Booger waved in greeting but she ignored him. She reached into her snug jeans pocket and retrieved a cell phone. "What? I'm busy," she snapped into the phone....
My cousin Jess was gripping onto an empty wineglass in her hand and lazily slurping out a few corny words to a drunken guy leaning against a wall. "Ooohhh...I like your stubble...It's so sexy... Like sandpaper." She said to the guy, touching his face and giggling. I could see where this was leading. "Party's over, its time to go home." I told her, "I'm ca...
My cousin Jess was gripping onto an empty wineglass in her hand and lazily slurping out a few corny words to a drunken guy leaning against a wall. "Ooohhh...I like your stubble...It's so sexy... Like sandpaper." She said to the guy, touching his face and giggling. I could see where this was leading. "Party's over, its time to go home." I told her, "I'm ca...
This story was written for the following prompt: "In the future, memories can be copied and sold for others to experience. A sex worker sells all her memories of sex with her lady lover. Strangely, it becomes a way to reconnect their battered relationship." Many thanks to erktec for helping me with this. She shuffled over to the door, wiping the sleep fr...
Anja was true to her word. I spent my morning in windy Christchurch wandering by the river and taking photos; I wasn't a long-term visitor like most of the people in my hostel, so I didn't have a job. I went out for lunch at some little sandwich place and when I got back to the hostel it was nearly three in the afternoon. There were maybe thirty people livin...
Consciousness returned slowly, seeming to creep into my body in little pieces. I tried to crack open an eye, but was unable to. As I lay with my eyes shut, the excesses of last night began to trickle back into my memory. It was rush week at my university and I had been at a sorority party where I was a pledge. The party had been fantastic, and near the end t...