Although I'm sure that you may have read or heard the story of King Midas and the golden touch once or twice before, I assure you that the version that you saw in your dog-eared children's storybooks, covered with hand prints of strawberry jam, or the version that tumbled from the pursed lips of your third-grade teacher, whose polyester skirt hissed and slit...
"Get up," Robin said. "For what?" Cynthia groaned. "It's Sunday," Robin said, "or did you drink and fuck away your memory of Friday?" Cyn groaned. She definitely had a hangover and didn't want to deal with the new imperious, challenging Robin. Then her words registered and Cyn's memory returned; she'd followed her roommate out to find out where she wen...
I'm at the movies, by myself, as usual. It's not that I can't find anyone to go with me; it's that most of the time, I don't ask. I like being here alone. I like the dark, and the quiet, and the smell of buttered popcorn und dust, and the soft seats. I like that you have to set your phone to silent; in fact, I luxuriate in turning mine off entirely and kno...
"Sunni, the take away arrived." Lyla called through the bedroom door. "I'll be out in a second!" Snapped Sunni. "What is up with her lately," Lyla thought to herself, "She has been acting so fucking weird." She emptied the food from the containers onto plates and poured two glasses of wine. This girls catch up was long overdue, ever since the fuck up at t...
When you reach your 60's, the one day you tend to dread is your birthday. Not a fun day as when younger. Even though you can't help but be thankful to have made it another year, it's a reminder you're getting ever closer to the eventual visit by the grim reaper. With that said, for my birthday my husband Walter would most likely take me out for dinner with...
Amanda James' small Prius drove down the long well worn state highway. She looked down at her open laptop in the seat next to her and the story she had finished just three days before. White Slave Ring Exposed was the headline she had chosen. Amanda had been undercover and worked her way into some pretty deep white slavery circles and even got to witness a f...
He has been away for weeks. Their phone calls become ever more passionate. Finally: she listens as he bares his soul. Wanting to possess her: he has only his words, his voice...his love...and as such you are privy to every intimate word he says. He remembers her at sunrise. And so it begins: - How I loved watching you dress for work in the morning! When y...
The video and rope After the weekend of the wedding, Jules and I fell into the comfortable routine of fucking almost daily. We fucked anywhere and everywhere in her house. At least once a week, sometimes more, I would take Jules ass. We both began to love anal. We also began to explore Jules exhibitionist tendencies. She talked nonstop about the week we s...
My name is Hunter and I'm a writer for a blog that has received some decent accolades and followers. My fan base is mostly women that are intrigued with fantasy driven topics. Some are men as well, but the majority are lonely, but older housewives. As a writer in NYC, I am constantly under scrutiny. Known critics will provide harsh reviews that I try not to...
MMMmmm, if I had a better seat in the house I'd be able to lick the boots of the lead singer. And oh what pleasure that would be. He was tall and buff, just enough to make the mouth water. His eyes, a steely grey that shined down as he looked at me. His bright blue shirt was open just enough to show that his chest sported a healthy amount of hair, matching t...