I had never looked at it this way before, but after reading an article at NPR's website it suddenly became very clear to me. Glen Weldon, in an article titled "Otherworldly: The Year's Most Transporting Books" detailed that what makes alternate reality come alive "—is how deftly their authors let us know their rules." Suddenly, a light flashed before...
It was our last night at the bed and breakfast inn in the snowy mountains of Lake Tahoe. My husband, Lee and I stayed in our rustic bedroom, snuggled under the covers with deli sandwiches and glasses of wine. Beneath the twinkling pixie lights the inn keeper strung above our headboard, we huddled under the blankets to watch a movie on Lee's tablet as the roo...
Freddie hires a Muse to help him write an Anal story. "Hey, Freddie, how you doin'? Long time no see." "Hi, Vinnie, how are you?" "You wanna go get a beer and catch up on what's happening in the old neighborhood." "Gee, Vinnie, I'd like to but I have an appointment." "Appointment? What'd you have a girlfriend on the side?" "Nah, today is my day to see...
Disclaimer: This story is, as always, set in a simulated virtual reality revolving around free use and heavily anal focused, if you aren't into anal, should probably skip this. This is all pure free use fantasy fulfillment; don't expect realism or normal behavior. ~~~ In between the happy little encounters the Sim no doubt set up for me, I spent time wand...
It was a Sunday morning in the suburbs with all that entails. Lots of late sleepers and generally quite quiet all over the neighborhood with just a few worshippers scrambling to make it to Sunday school on time and that one asshole mowing his lawn (because there's always one.) Inside our home, I was tied naked face up on the ottoman and being fed my new hus...
There should be a law or at least some social sanctions against people who sit around doing nothing but cussing and acting rude all day. Seriously. I consider it a serious breach of human etiquette. And it's all too common in the black community of Massachusetts. However, I'm not quite sure how to approach the subject with some of the ruder individuals among...
My stomach clenched, pulling in on itself. I had wanted to do this for years but fear and shame had held him back. This week had been my 18th birthday. It had passed with little fare. I didn't have a lot of friends, certainly not anyone I was truly close with. At just under 5 foot I certainly didn't have much 'luck with the ladies' as some would say. Oh, sur...
Undisclosed desires. I think we all got them. My name is Claude Premier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminal Law. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a guy with a confession to make. A lot of people see me as the six-foot-five, burly dude with the...
Up to my late thirties, my history of orgasms fell into two categories: from intercourse and from masturbation. In the latter category, I mean by my own hand; I have never came from a girl giving me a handjob. In fact, I've found handjobs from women to be tolerable at best, more often painful and uncomfortable. In the former category, there is room to spli...
I fought with my umbrella as I raced my tired, drained, and totally exhausted body to my car. The cold harsh winter hail and wind tearing across my face felt strangely and wickedly refreshing, tingling my dulled senses - reviving them - quickly, causing me to smile that devilish enticing smile that my lovers have all craved at one time or another. Any one of...