This story... in it lies some truth, some fiction, lots of fantasy, and a bit of potential as it's my first masturbation story for lit. I like exploring sexuality, friendship, and love along with the dynamics and fluidity of all three. It's fun when I can get things out creatively. Enjoy the read – I dare you. -Wynter ***** I hadn't thought about her –...
It was three o'clock on a Friday afternoon, and Kyle was stuck in another boring business meeting. It didn't even apply to his sector, really. It was more of a job for the accounting department, and so, while pretending to follow the mundane talk, and nodding slightly whenever his boss looked at him, he began to check the email on his laptop. Spam, purchase...
Part 2: "I want to be seduced," She Said. [These tales are true, as true as they can be after many years have passed. They are embellished maybe 2%. For instance, I didn't really know at the time what people were thinking. I could only tell from their movements, from their excitement, from the urgency of their actions and words.] * Introduction: My girlf...
This is Chapter 7 from a longer, as yet incomplete tome. One Sunday my parents were going to visit my brother and his family out of town. I decided to stay home, and Mom made me some sandwiches and put them in the fridge. I wanted to take advantage of having the house to myself. I made myself a pitcher of Long Island ice tea, grabbed my book, and went outsi...
There is no explicit sex in this story. A special thanks to Susan England for her invaluable help in editing and preparing this story. I also wish to thank the other people who helped contribute to and also edit this story, per their wishes, they remain anonymous. This story is totally fictitious; any resemblance the characters might have to any person livin...
It was Tuesday, and everyone knows that Tuesday is a great day to buy books. I am what some would call a bookworm, others would just say I have a rare form of LOCD, literary obsessive compulsive disorder. By my own account, I am a collector. My house is my evidence; it is full of books. I own fifteen four-shelf bookcases. My coffee table is made of books and...
I was at grad school studying law and doing fairly well for myself. Over the winter break I'd received a full-time employment offer from a highly sought after law firm and I could see a path to a respectable living and maybe even some comfort. One of the interesting things about my school was that they let undergraduates take some of the lower level classes...
Step one, I exit Loblaws, where I just spent the past eight hours. Working the eleven to seven overnight shift isn't easy. I yawn as I exit the store, my dark security uniform getting wet fast as it starts to rain. Wonderful. It was dry all night and as I head home, it starts to rain. That's just the kind of luck I've got, ladies and gentlemen. I walk out of...
Alex printed off the story I wrote for him. Said he wanted to read it out loud to me. We settled in on the couch. He had on a bathrobe and I had on a long, silky caftan in shades blue and green. I plumped the pillows at the end by the light and he reclined against them. I settled in with my head between his legs, using his thigh as a pillow. He began rea...
I won't say I'm not grateful, because I am. But it's harder than I thought it would be. This is my second signing. I'm in Alaska, of all places, and it's freaking cold. Now, I don't mean that it is simply cold. The cold here is unlike any cold I've ever experienced. It gets into my bones and makes my teeth chatter of their own accord. It's my fault for sett...