It swam in a frenzy, instinctively knowing that it was about to be fed. Half a dozen assistants, and the lead researcher, Prof. Hynes, stood at the observation window, watching the creature circle in the chamber below. "And this is what we are calling a Tyrannus Temptatur, which for those with a good grounding in Latin, means 'Tyrant Feeler'," said Richard H...
While this story involves a black woman and a white man, I chose not to categorize it as interracial. Their coming together had nothing to do with the color of their skin, and everything to do with attraction and the plain, human desire for sexual connection. It was one of those serendipitous moments confirming that nothing in life happens by chance. I was...
I have found this website, to which to post my 'confessions'. Why do I bother? Perhaps as a catharsis, an emotional cleansing. I have sinned, grievously. Might I yet find redemption? – Erica H. Journal Entry 07/17/02 Mine is a story told a thousand times before. Why, then, do I bother even writing? Perhaps because it happened to me, something I would not h...
It had been a long and tiring day as Lucy got home and she was it need of a lazy evening watching a DVD or TV. The kids were away and she had the house all to herself. First things first, she turned on the bath taps to run herself a relaxing bath, then went to the kitchen and poured a glass of white wine. After checking there were no messages on the answer p...
I was still in a fog over what I witnessed last night. The image of my wife totally and completely taken in lust will forever be playing in my mind. The image of Kris pounding her fingers in and out of my wife and her reaching, pulling, trying to get into Kris's shorts will keep me hard for a very long time. In fact, I was hard as I stood at the sink cleanin...
It was barely past 2pm, yet already he felt like he had been there all afternoon. Even for someone who enjoyed this stuff, a several hour class at the end of the week was tough on everyone. As the class went on, lecturer dryly exposing about the development of ion channels in neuronal membranes; his eyes roamed around the sun-drenched seminar room. He darted...
Non-fictional account of learning about CFNM When I was a young man, I went to work at a machine shop. After some time on the job, I became friendly with one of the admins in the shop who did the time cards and such. Her name was Valerie, and she had long red hair, and slim athletic figure. She had a gorgeous ass and probably b-cup breasts. She always dress...
"I noticed that Darren joined the gym." Gwen looked up from her papers at the young salesman as he walked into her office. As VP of Finance, Gwen Wilson hadn't interacted with Steve Wills often, he was much lower on the pecking order than she was, but she liked the younger man. He was charismatic, good-looking, and confident, in short, an excellent salesman...
Moriarty was led into a darkened room by Penelope, the solitary window covered by a heavy blind. She counted seven figures, only one a male, sitting in a semi circle in the centre of the room. Fleming enjoyed the middle chair, flanked by Patterson and another blonde in a business suit. Moriarty was unsettled by their blank stares as she stepped into the circ...
"I know it's hard for you sometimes, believe me. I know. This would be hard for anyone. But you have to remember that this was your idea and it's a fantasy that you had me turn into a reality. And I like this reality very much, baby. Not to mention it makes that little dick of your hard almost constantly." She sits, stares at me. She moves to the edge of he...