A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 80). This story c...
My Uncle, J.D. Spencer, passed away last month and left me his Antebellum Estate outside of Aiken, South Carolina. Julius Daniel Spencer, M.D. was a psychologist and the great, great, great, great grandson of George Washington Spencer. Each successive heir in the Spencer family took over the Marital Institute that G.G.G.Great Uncle George founded before the...
My name is Jamal James Wilkins. I am a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. Right now, it's late December and I'm finally on vacation from Northeastern University. I'm a Criminal Justice major and I've finally earned my B.A. I feel like celebrating. It's a good feeling when you accomplish what you set out to do, you know? I went to the downtown...
The Wife-Slut Course, hereafter referred to as the course or the program, is a well researched and planned training program designed to allow the candidate to discover who she is sexually and what her sexual limits are in the context of a loving and caring marital relationship, and to furthermore allow her the freedom to stretch those limits to whatever exte...
The present story is a follow-up of my previous one "Playing with Fire". Just as the before story is to some extent based on my own experience, many details are made up by friends and others, however as usual, my fantasy has added a lot. It will be a mere coincidence only if anybody thinks it is she or he being the one mentioned. Owing to the excellent wo...
Diane, Charlotte and Sarah arrived at the institute a few minutes before 4 PM, where they were ushered into the meeting room. There were 6 chairs arranged in a circle, and two ladies already occupied two seats. A paper stuck to the board in the middle of the room said, “Share your answers on the survey with each other!” To her surprise, Sarah recognized one...
Disclaimer: This short story is intended for mature audiences. It contains sexually explicit content including oral, anal, bdsm and smoking fetish. If you are under the legal age it is recommended by the author that you proceed no further. The characters and locations in this story are complete fiction. Chapter One Professor Donald Ludwig looked out over...
Author's note: I don't know if this counts as romance. I didn't know where else to put it. So, here goes. ***** "That will be all, Ms. Catherine. You can join us tomorrow," my new boss says. I thank him and exit the room. As I walk through the busy streets, I smile inwardly at the prospect of a new job. New beginnings, new roads and hopefully some normalc...
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
Author's disclaimer: I consider myself an amateur. Except for the rare times I'm told to write something for work, I am an unpaid author/poet/scriptwriter. What follow are my suggestions for fellow writers who feel their conversations could use some spice. Author's warning: Vulgar language and explicit lesbian sex within! -*-*- This guide is my attempt to...