This story has a very slow build ... It isn't a stroke story, so give it time ... It's for the passionate reader of erotica ☺ I woke up earlier than usual this morning so that I could drive my roommates, Shaun and Anabelle, to the airport. I was too tired to be conscious of the jealous pang I felt toward those lucky two, and their being able to travel ho...
The wedding has been called off. Patty and Derek had been fucking for about six weeks or longer. I caught them after she had turned me down for a date. She told me she had to study for a test. I already knew that Derek had a hot date for that Sunday night and I was sure it was with Patty. I caught them in the act and Derek tried to punch me out but that did...
It was my distinct pleasure to take my lunch Tuesday at Dante's, an elegant little trattoria in the mall. Faye was right on time. I saw her approaching across the courtyard and marveled at the fluid motion of those fantastic hips and tush. I wasn't the only one admiring her strut. Every male eye in the place was fixed raptly on that poetry in motion, clad wi...
Chapter 1 I'm now thirty-three but the most eventful year of my life was my eighteenth. It was the year of my prom and that was when I lost my cherry to my boyfriend, Eric. Yes it was planned, carefully planned. I'd been on the pill for several months, I'd even talked with my mom about it, that I was going to have sex and she wisely whisked me right to the...
“Are you sure you can be here by 8:30, steve?” Mistress Catherine asks over ICQ. “It’s vital you’re here on time. I have something very special planned.” “Yes Mistress C, i will be there on time. May i ask the nature of Your plans? Also, may i confirm Your phone number in case something happens?” Mistress Catherine (Lisa’s Domme name) glares at the message...
Chapter 23 -- Homecoming Cecilia Sanchez and Maria Elena Rodriguez-Torres quietly stared out through the van's windows as the line of lights in the distance marking the edge of Danube City grew brighter. Within a few minutes individual buildings came into view; then suddenly the vehicle passed the first houses lining the city's edge. The van turned onto a s...
The morning after Mike and J.J.'s visit I woke up feeling a lot of strange and conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I felt a sense of relief in knowing that Mike wasn't going to continue to visit and want me to suck his cock. On the other hand, I felt like I'd just been dumped, but feeling like I'd been dumped by a guy was something I'd never imagined feel...
Now, what did I like best about being an old maid? If you cut away the drudgery from this trite term and the women that people usually picture when they say "old maid", then you get a picture of me. Well, basically (and not to blow my own trumpet), I am blessed with such absolute freedom. I know I'm using superfluous words now, but I cannot help it. I am so...
Non, Je n'ai rien oublie (No, I could never forget.) Back in 1972, I bought an album Aznavour sings Aznavour: Charles Aznavour is a French Singer/Songwriter and from this album in particular, Song #2 (as per my title) I find very "moody". The story below is my free-ranging adaptation of what may have been the story behind the song. With apologies to M. A...
Hello you naughty girls and boys There are a great many forces at work in the world and sometimes they fall in just a certain way to change the course of one's life. We know opposites attract. We know about curiosity and the mix of wonder and fear when facing that which we do not understand. And we know how opportunity presents itself, seemingly out of nowh...