It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host had told of a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager...
"We expect the beast in man, but are never prepared when it arrives." anonymous Tasha was walking home from school after having stayed late to finish up homework. The library would now go down in her mind as one of the greatest places to be. It wasn't the school library. The city library had far more useful information available. There she had spotted her...
If you go to enough of them, all parties start to feel the same after a while; the same music, the same conversations, the same drinks. And that night was no different. I had been partying a lot around that time. After finishing up Game of Thrones, I needed time to let my hair down, especially after saying goodbye to Arya for the last time. That night, I was...
Vibrations purred between my thighs and my hips arched. That sweet musky scent of arousal swirled beneath my nose and invaded my thoughts. Every instinct blurred expect the need to rock; to push and pull; to fuck myself until I burst. A delicate coil twisted down low in my belly, winding outward and splintering until every nerve ending sparked. I was so clo...
I've never enjoyed the heat. My mind lags and lulls and there's no reprieve in the stiff air. I am repulsed by the saccharine fruits that ripen in the summer, choosing instead to suck on half melted ice cubes, letting the thin trickle subdue the discomfort of the day. The sun, piercingly bright, finally set on the day and the night drones on and on and has...
Book Two "The Succubus made me do it." Reported Jim Caldwell, the local Trekkie/Area-51/UFOlogist conspiracy nut. "You shouldn't read that trash, Jimmy." Admonished the prim, proper, flat-chested Sarah. Adjusting the tight bun of her graying hair, to maintain as much dignity as was possible in a supermarket checkout-lane. "That's just what they want you t...
This is inspired by the great story "Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER. The following are letters from a different daughter to a different mom. Also inspired by CDE. * * * * * Dear Mom, Sorry I haven't been writing so often recently, but I've been busy with Martin and Darrell. {g} You can guess how hard the boys are having to work to keep up with my "expan...
“Did you know”, said he, “that during WWII in Britain, an orange was considered a great luxury?” She mumbled the barest of replies and he wondered if he had finally begun to bore himself as well as she. He put down his book, British Wartime Necessities, and pondered a moment. There they were, both sitting up in bed, he with a book and she with a magazine...
Evan clawed his way through the sticky webs of sleep as he reluctantly climbed back to consciousness. His eyes not yet open as he rubbed his cheek back and forth over the soft comforter beneath him. He smiled contentedly as he captured the sweet subtle scent of perfume. Perfume? Evan's eyes flicked open. Disoriented, he struggled to sort through the sights...
Diana had been horny for her husband the entire day, but things kept getting in the way of "their" time. As they left their friend's house Christmas Eve night Diana asked Roger to pull over. "Is everything okay?" he kindly asked, pulling to the shoulder of the highway. He didn't have a clue to what was going on. Diana was wet and her thighs were burning. T...