Melanie was late for work, and it was the second time this week. Stuck in the motionless lanes of rush hour traffic and unable to move forward, she dreaded facing her supervisor at the telephone company call center where she worked. She had been warned two days ago that the next time she came in late, she would be on probation, and that would kill her chance...
Andrea and I had had a thing, four or five years ago, way back when we still worked together. It had only lasted about a week, but it had been a quite memorable week (at least for me it sure was!), and we had managed to stay good friends after. We'd gone on to pursue different careers, and Andrea had become a dedicated, full-time lesbian, and occasionally we...
Hello friends. This will be my first multi-part series. I will lend you this one caveat: The story does not immediately begin with sex, and the sexual progression is slow simmered. I can promise you this, however, that it does indeed occur, and is replete. I enjoy writing tastefully and with reservation, but I am not adverse to raunch and blunt eroticism. Yo...
I hired her solely on her looks, I'm not even going to begin to pretend there was any other real reason. She was midwest-innocence, sex-on-a-stick, dumb as a brick, yet sweet as a farmer's daughter, all wrapped in one. Nikki Lacy was her name. I couldn't make it up if I scanned the strip club advertisements in the newspaper and looked for the stage name of...
I. It is cold tonight, I think as I watch the wind whip at the tails of Auryn's long, black leather coat as she stands on the poorly lit porch negotiating with the man standing in the doorway to the small ranch house. I wondered if his neighbors took notice of the Bentley parked outside of his house, and what they thought if they did notice. Auryn's car see...
Nina: So, did you like it? Jake: Ummm. Yes. N: Hey! I didn't tell you to stop stroking. You can talk and stroke at the same time. J: Gasp. Ok. Are you sure you locked my office door? N: Yes, boss. No one will disturb us. Have I ever let you down? J: Sigh. No, you are the best secretary ever. Yes, I liked watching you last night. I liked watching that a...
Edith, You haven't had time to write back and already I am writing you a second letter. I was taught to have better manners than this and I suppose this letter is evidence of how little I learned. I am not the proper young woman I could have been. There are things I meant to say in my first letter, but I lost my nerve. First, you must have been confused t...
Estuary: (n) - that part of the mouth or lower course of a river in which the river's current meets the sea's tide. 1:10 said one. 1:02 said the other. Eliza sat alone on the sofa, resting her ankle in its cumbersome cast, and idly wondered which one was telling the truth. Neither the cable box nor the DVD player seemed particularly credible to her. It was...
Orientation, Day One Ends This story takes up where Orientation, Day One left off. It is a story of how my wife met Lisa and turned her into our sex toy. You may want to read the other story first. Enjoy! Lisa trembled. It had been a long time since she had cum like that. She tried to take a breath, but her throat refused to take it in. This wonderful, bea...
This story was submitted to the Valentine's Day Contest in 2009, and as you can see from the comments at the end, it received mixed reviews (even ignoring the 'repent you sinner' comments). It's intentionally naughty and I hope the readers enjoy it. Perhaps you'll all get inspired and create lists with your lovers too. * A year ago, on Valentine's Day, bes...