It was Saturday night. Monica had spent the afternoon fucking but now it was several hours later and she was ready to go again. She knew she could probably find someone to help her out at the local club, but the action there didn’t begin until around midnight. With time to kill she decided she might as well douche out the afternoon’s stale cum and cunt juice...
This is the final day of Romping on Winter Break. I hope you have enjoyed the series so far. I have been considering writing stand-alone stories featuring these characters after the week has concluded, but I haven't decided yet. If you're interested in seeing more escapades with these characters, or if you have enjoyed these stories, the best way to motivate...
"Save some punch for me...Mr. Policeman," came the throaty sexy growl from behind me. I turned quickly and bumped into the woman who had bent over me as I ladled out a cup of the orange jet fuel punch my friend Maxine doctored up for her annual Halloween party. After I stepped back to regain my balance, my eyes quickly took in the stunning woman before me....
Claire and I loved each other very much. When you spend eight years with someone it's kind of inevitable, you either love them or hate them. Although our relationship appeared strong, however, there was a major flaw that was wearing on the both of us. For the previous two years our sex life had been decaying rapidly. There was no real explanation other tha...
This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
This is partially based on real events. All names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Jack Dunborough sat back in his camp chair and sipped the cold IPA in his hand. It had been a fun week with the kids. They liked nothing better than camping at the lake, wakeboarding behind the boat and hanging out with cousins. In years past they had always...
It started as a simple quest. Nothing more than paying a woman to have sex with me because I'd always wanted to find out what that felt like. Though, knowing myself, I should've known it wouldn't be simple at all. For one, I knew it couldn't be any woman. It had to be one that I was attracted to and wouldn't cause me to hate myself in the morning. In the end...
WARNING: This is a fetish story and it's a bit graphic. This is a story written in collaboration with another writer and friend. Thank you Savvin for helping write this story and also editing it. If you are not a fan of fetish, then PLEASE STOP HERE. Thank you for reading. Please feel free to share your thoughts, but please be respectful. IR2R ***** Fl...
I was finally at his home. It was a great house in a very nice neighborhood in San Francisco. A quiet area with plenty of parking. That made it easy for me to stop my car right in front of the address, and look up to see the lights in the windows. It was an unusual place in a big city. Detached. The fog was swirling around in town that night as I locked my c...
This is a sequel to "You First." The context will be provided as the story unfolds ... * "So ... how was it?" But Anne knew how it was because Tim would not stop grinning. She was genuinely happy for him, and glad he was so appreciative. Sometimes she thought of her husband as a bit of a sadsack. Saggy physique, always frowning. Now he'd come alive, show...