I am a victim of Writers' Block. Not the version most people know. I am not a writer whose muse has deserted him. I don't have a problem with fresh material to write about or some new, clever way to entertain the vast, unwashed masses. I don't have a problem putting words on paper, or more likely, into some form of word processor. I don't have these proble...
September 15, 2009 Darling, For the longest time I have been meaning to write to you, but because both of our schedules have been crazy busy these last few days, I finally was able to put aside some free time to write down my desires and fantasies to you in this letter. I want very much to tell you about my sexual experiences, how I've discovered and explo...
Copyright, drlust, 2004 “That’s it! Yes! Right there…just like that. Uh huh!” Other than Gayle’s scattered urgings, the only other sound in the living room was the slurping noises my mouth was making in her crotch. The music she put on had ended a good ten minutes before. It was just as well. I’m not much of a Nashville fan and I found listening to Faith H...
The one-storey ranch home was 60s modern and easily blended into the peaceful suburban neighborhood. But as Amy approached the front door she had a pang of regret. Sure, she had been here many times to see Jackie, dinner parties, a charity and an art show, but at those she knew she'd be going home at the end of the night. Why she had agreed to house-sit was...
Learning to Let Go is a complete, eight part story that I'm posting all in one go (I hate waiting too). It's broken down into parts for the sake of online access rather than "instalments" that many stories have on this site. This means that you don't get a happy orgasmic ending at the end of each section - far from it in fact, as this story is quite the oppo...
Simon Sinclair sank back into his first-class seat and opened the financial pages of his newspaper. He felt relaxed and calm. Trains were definitely the best way to travel, he thought, none of that endless waiting around at airports for commercial flights that always seemed to be delayed. He smiled as he checked the days prices on his stock; most were up aga...
Chapter 4 - Modeling for Suzanne Spring Break came and went. The week leading up to Spring Break was particularly hard for Amy. The mention of the party spots that Amy and Courtney had been to last year forced Amy to remember the "better" half of her road trip. As the memories of the different party spots popped up in her mind, she began to realize that ev...
Cut! Lill and I and Mrs Price did the editing for the sex scenes up at Mrs Price's house, and like the first time we went up there it was a bit of a shock. I mean you expect teachers to be reasonably conventional people (even though of course really we knew Mrs Price wasn't) and also teachers don't make much money so I expected her to have a small house and...
The flashing black cursor continued to taunt him by blinking non-stop against the blank white page. How long had it sat there, immobile? How long had it waited to fly across the screen trailing a line of text behind it, prose to inspire, words to live by, or even just something to pay the rent? Julian Soul didn't know. He knew it couldn't have been long—mayb...
I have a story posted here entitled "Diana," about this redheaded gal who had an epileptic-type condition in which sex would trigger a seizure-like response. You may want to read it, as it dovetails with this story and contains a very detailed description of her and the sex we had. In that story, I told about my friend Tom, who had dated Diana. Well, the n...