In a month he went from being a king in Florence to complete self degradation, rotting for hours on end in front of a computer screen. It's astonishing how his mind is still able to conjure sexless thoughts. At the laundromat, he peels back his cap, severs some cords and throws the pink matter into a washing machine; the one in the corner, with the picture o...
My wife and I once in a while stop at an adult bookstore when we drive back from her parents. We are both 40 and we left the kids home and we drove the 2 hours to her parents for the day. On the way back my wife suggested we stop. As the kids now are senescent and gone a lot more, my wife has relished optically canvassing a porno once in a while. So I made...
(Author's note: Most bdsm stories I have read seem to deal with either breaking in a slave or working with trained slaves. The process of actually training a slave to submit body and soul to the pleasures and desires of a master has always fascinated me. It seemed to be a process that needed great care, planning and the talented hand of a master to bring out...
Everyone of any sexual nature in this story is over eighteen. This story delves sixteen years into the future. ***** Delta was becoming of age experimenting with her girlfriends. There was nothing Delta loved more or found more fascinating than my marriage to both Scott and Laura. We often caught young Delta watching us. Scott was such a show off when he c...
A hidden appendage to my loins, it lies reposed, hanging limply against my thigh; dormant and flaccid, innocuous and benign, it poses no threat, offers no succour and satisfies no desire. A beast, a sleeping beast, hidden beneath Calvin Kleins or Homs or Diesels or other underwear but, just as a dog sleeps with one eye open, The Beast is alert and ever watc...
I am writing this for woman, in the hopes that it will foster a greater understanding of us, the other sex of the species that crude and dimwitted biped you know as man. I know that women, all women, secretly believe that all men are somehow brain-damaged, just as all men secretly believe that women are at the heart of things like alcoholism and mental illn...
She steps out of the shower and picks up the towel to dry off. She feels the fluff of the fleece as she dries her body, taking extra time to caress the swell of her belly. A tiny flutter answers her stroking, making her smile. But the tears come again. The towel around her, she reaches the window next to her bed. She looks outside, into the distance, to th...
1. The Thin Man The thin man with the close-cropped hair was already on the park's running track when Delia arrived for her Sunday morning exercise. She'd seen him once or twice before, arriving or leaving as she departed or arrived, but this was the first time that they'd been on the track at the same time, and only now did she realize quite how fast he wa...
*all persons depicted in this story are at least 18 years of age* ... Back in high school, Jessica Esposito was the hottest fucking babe there was: an stacked 18-year-old brunette bombshell with a beautiful cascading mane of hair that was so long it would tickle her ass when she was naked. She had those gorgeous thickly-fringed huge clear brown eyes that o...
One of my dearest friends in this university community is my neighbor Celia Rosenthal, who has been in charge of hospitality programs for international students. For the past several years she had grown to count on my husband Garth and me to befriend particular foreign students, whom we would entertain from time to time. Three years ago after our Chinese "gi...