Introduction Part of the joy of writing this book has been the authors' interactions. A certain delicious tension reconciling the feminine and masculine taste in erotica has often led to a creative fusion. Sometimes though, compromise was required; so we ask our readers to consider that fidelity to the plot demands the inclusion of various types of eroticis...
Lemaringouin. Translation by Pimanko A Day at the Office It had been three weeks since Stephanie had left the dairy. She did as best as she could to express milk from her breasts, but she was unable to achieve the ecstasy she had experienced there. She had thoroughly and vigorously rubbed her clitoris and used dildos assiduously. Nothing worked. She was ve...
Author's Note: A tip of the hat to member funnyalix for suggesting in a chat one night that I should "write from the heart." I decided to take her suggestion literally. So here we go... Leenysman ~~~~~ Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18. ~~~~~ I don't remember the crash. Maybe that'...
Amanda’s triple-orifice catheter begins her training as the maid in Julie’s house, earning the admiration of the other women. This is a work of fiction and fantasy, and above all, do NOT attempt the ordeals contained in this story, as bladder infections are common, and they are very serious medical conditions! Amanda’s screams filled the room; her shrieks m...
The Gift He couldn't find it, couldn't find it anywhere, and she was getting more and more agitated with every passing moment. The late-morning sun crept a few more degrees toward noon. "Just get a goddamn hacksaw or something! I have to pee!" "I'll never cut through it with a hacksaw! Just let me think!" "You've been fucking thinking for twenty fucking...
The Market of Nishapur swirled and moved in eddies and streams as the merchants and their customers danced their way through the buying and selling of that day. Their haggling forming a general buzz that became an orchestra in this part of the city. Yet there was one part of the market where many stood or sat in the shade waiting on a non-descript old man wh...
Thanks for the comments on my story, Just a Glimpse. I read them all. Most wanted the other side of the story, so here it is. The time frame starts a short while after she and her lover were seen by her husband in that parking lot. So you should read Just a Glimpse first. Just a glimpse was written all in the mind of the husband (Jeremy) and what that single...
This chapter will make more sense and keep you in the flow of the story if you read Chapter 1 Constructive comments and emails are requested and very much appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. ******************* I'm glad my traveling days are over at least for a while, Lewis Randal said to himself. It was 2007 and he w...
By Philip Johnson Chapter One His name was Sam Conklin, just over six feet tall, twenty nine years old and reasonably handsome. He had medium brown hair that parted on the right because he was left handed and he was clean shaven. Sam owned the right half of a duplex that was empty on the left half and had been empty for several weeks. When Sam was home he...
Excerpts From the Letters and Diary of Arthur Rimbaud, Victorian Gentleman My name is Schuyler Rimbaud. Yes, I know, it's an unusual name, and, no, I'm not related to the French poet – at least I don't think so. It's pronounced "RIM-bawd," and I am English. I believe the name is ultimately German, traceable back to the Anglo-Saxons. But mine is not t...