[All characters in this work of fiction are over 18] I'm not an exhibitionist. That would be disgusting and depraved, and I'm not. That's what I want to tell you. I'm not a fetishist. I'm sane. Normal. That's what I say to myself. That may even be what I believe. I can say it and believe it all I want. But it won't change what happened. I'd just turned...
Within my darkness there is of course a dedication... So to the one known as 'derfauster' this one is all yours... * You talk of darkness but do you have any thought to base this talk on? Herein lies darkness of the most terrible kind. Because you see my friend, this darkness was once lightness in and of itself. It was a real person. It was a person who ha...
Jake and his friends began their little jog on a dare. A giggling "I dare you," from their girlfriends. They had been on the beach, at the resort on the south side of the wall; now, the three of them were jogging on the beach on the north side of the wall. And they were completely naked. Everyone else on the beach on the north side of the wall was naked too....
The summer season always brought a sense of anticipation. There was something about the warm months that released inhibitions and heightened the brain's sense of pleasure. Everything seemed possible, relevant, interesting. The fact that summer breathed a new sense of life into everyone who felt the heated rays of the sun's gleam was completely undeniable....
Copyright 2008 Dualduet. All Rights Reserved Learning to Fly For Claire My Friend and Love My Little Girl Be sure to read the other side of the story by Claire The music dims as we walk from the club out onto the sidewalk. We can still hear the muted sounds of the utility band that played old rock, country and blues from the seventies and eighties. You...
The midday sun is full and bright, giving a sparkle to every tiny drop of spray as our small boat lifts and dips with each slight swell of the ocean. I close my eyes to hear better the quiet lapping of the waves against the wooden prow. The spray casts a salty hint into the summer wind that I catch as I breathe in time to the swaying of our little boat. I...
This story is a continuation of, "Sharing my Wife: Ginger and Eric". My thanks to shygirlwhore for her excellent help editing this story. ***** We didn't get a chance to see Eric and Ginger over the next couple weeks but whenever Michelle and I made love, we still fantasized, pretending we were with them. We were both hot for this other couple. Michelle d...
Thanks to darkniciad for helpful editing. Michael passed through the kitchen, dropping the order of service on the table without much thought. In the bedroom he took off the black wool suit and hung it in the closet. What a useless gesture. He would never wear it again. The phone rang. It was his daughter, Emma. "I'm fine," he told her. "I'm just going t...
***The Dream Series are based on actual dreams that I have had.*** * I was in Hawaii on a short personal vacation. I had never gone on a vacation by myself before and found myself spending endless hours sitting on the beach reading books and relaxing in the silence I couldn't get at work. Unfortunately it was time to leave the tranquility of my temporary p...
"Sharks are nocturnal animals," said Emily. The Mexicana swirled her arms and legs hard in the water. She was so skinny that her body seemingly wanted to pierce the water and go down. Her arms were so skinny that they were more like a knife cutting water than the paddles of a sea otter pushing the water. Her lips were purple. The pool water sapped heat from...