Winter 1982 Sophomore Year A Short Love "Every life holds one great love. One name to hold onto at the end. One face to take into the dark." -Luisa Armstrong I had spent all of my time up until now trying not to have sex. I had tremendous guilt over the things I had done, which in retrospect, were rather innocent after all. My grandmother used to say t...
This is the fourth installment in a series of stories about a fictitious organization designed along the lines of Alcoholics Anonymous where people who have cheated on their spouses, and the spouses they cheated on, can both find support and forgiveness as they work to rebuild their lives. There may well be an organization like this, and there are many organ...
One of my friends gifted me an adult toy because I was complaining about how there aren't any good guys that meet my standards. This was back when I was young and trying to impress my group of friends that I was picky and only chose the best and I deserved the best because I am the best. Well it ended terribly wrong. I immediately hid the toy in my purse t...
I'd slept for just a little over an hour in two days by the time I got home from my trip. Emma's going away party was planned for just a few hours after my touchdown. I was in a haze as I spoke to the woman next to me on the plane, trying to explain what non-monogamy was without it sounding like either a cult or an invitation after it slipped out that I was...
It was the 4th quarter of the biggest football game of the year; the Super Bowl! The snacks were long abandoned and the tension was extreme. I could feel the excitement in the air as I sent up a prayer to let the Philadelphia Sharks win over the Glendale Fireballs. I had made quite the bet on this game, probably because I'd had too much to drink even before...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was supposed to be home alone that day. At least that was the plan. It was the break between college semesters and I was staying near the beach with my uncle and his girlfriend, Pam. The plan had originally been to come down with a pal and spend the week blowing off steam befo...
Erin parked her car in the lot behind the unimaginatively named Charlie's Place, noting the Grand Opening banners. She'd lived in Portland her whole life, and had driven past plenty of strip clubs, but they tended to be small or dingy-looking, or were sometimes part of a larger building. Charlie's Place was a stand-alone building on its own lot, and appeared...
All names and characters in this story are fictional and have no connection with any actual person living or dead. The phone number is fictional. * Andy (or Andrea, whichever he happened to be at the moment) had preferred wearing 40B bras. Oh sure, he had others in his collection, ranging from 36B to 38B -- that he adapted with strap extenders. But for th...
Your brain is just not in the game after finding out that you're now going to be Cruella de Vil's gopher, and then to top it off, your salary increase barely covers inflation. By 4 o'clock, your bruise is throbbing, you can't focus, and you're thinking that you should just leave early. You didn't bother to grab any toiletries or clothes from home this mornin...
Jon did not want to be here. He had barely slept last night. Just being in the same room with her, let alone the same bed, less than two feet between them was some new form of torture. Worse even than some of the physical and occupational therapy that he had undergone. His dick had spent the whole fucking night at full mast. And nothing he did or said coul...