I knew Bridie in school. I would see her all time in the library for our spare period. We were both 18, the age of hormones. We would be alone for our spare, but we didn't usually talk very much. She was kind of shy, and so was I to tell the truth. She was not exactly beautiful, more like pretty. But she was definitely something to arouse desire, alone in th...
It was long ago. Kennedy was president. I had a draft card. We were going to go to the moon. Sharon was my fiancee. We had met at college and things had gotten very serious, very fast. Sharon was atypical for a Jew, with green eyes and blonde hair. She was cute, but a bit overweight. We had sex twice, got engaged, and planned on marrying when we graduated....
"Serena, viens ici ... dépêche-toi!!" "J'arrive, j'arrive!!" That was my first time seeing her. It was in the transport museum near Niort. She was an exchange student staying with her French family. American, unmistakably American. Oh yes, I spot her the first time, quickly, very quickly. Just my type. Attitude, plenty of attitude and those eyes, yes, thos...
It's taken me six years to do my Ph.D. Some take less time, some a lot more. I can't complain; for the most part, I've really enjoyed the experience. There were all kinds of great intellectual, social, and cultural experiences, of course. But you don't want to hear about those. You want to hear about fucking. Fortunately, I also collected some great sexual e...
So, I hear you're into older men sweetie? I find older men to be more mature. They can give a woman what she needs rather than being selfish with his needs. Interesting. Oldest man you've had sex with? 32. I was just 18 at the time. Mmm that's cute. Tell me the story behind it? * I was a late bloomer in everything. None of the boys thought I was cute i...
This is only for true navel lovers, if you don't understand this fetish then move on. All of my characters are over 18 years of age. ***** For the next six hours Arianna twisted and wiggled at her bindings. At first it seemed futile, the rope bit into her wrists and ankles every time she moved. But with enough perseverance she felt results in the past hou...
Uncle Bartholomew, my true friend as his name means, has been gone a year and I have finally brought myself to pack up his belongings. Barth and I were friends, confidantes, and lovers. I know some think an uncle and a niece could not be lovers but Barth was my mother's stepbrother and there was no real blood relation, so we never thought our love was taboo....
*Thanks to Fletch for helping generate such a fantastic continuation...big kiss and hug* Amy thrummed her fingers on the steering wheel, slowly murdering the person in front of her for driving under the speed limit. "What the fuck! Christ," she yelled, banging her palm on the horn. The driver didn't respond, snailing forward. Amy sighed and closed her eyes,...
(Or: This is how O. Henry would write erotica) * * * * * It was almost dark outside. It was time for me to go to work. I took a quick shower, shaved my legs and armpits, then changed into my street clothes. Tonight, it was a knee length red dress, and matching blouse. As was my habit, I wore nothing underneath either. I drove to the Starlight Motel, and c...
Cal was two-thirds of the way to scared-to-death, and all the way to "hooked on the thrill." Sorceresses, goddesses, vampires, ghosts, witches, werewolves, creatures from various-colored lagoons and shape-shifters filled booths and bar stools. There were Ancient Atlantean citizens, friendly and fierce aliens, androids, left-wing and right-wing militants, Got...