Is this a true story? You bet it is, Gilmore. What’s that? You don’t believe me? Heck, I don’t blame you -- I can’t believe it happened, either. Maybe it didn’t! Just kidding -- it DID. I initially wrote this back in 1996, as a present for Danny (not his real name), the only other male who can verify the facts. All names have been modified (barely) to protec...
If I masturbated once thinking of Heather, I did a hundred times. Heather is my wife's best friend and she is gorgeous -- plain and simple. Heather is 33, a few years younger than me and has that sexy 'girl next door' look. She stands about 5' 2" tall, has short dirty blonde hair and blue/green eyes and a body that makes my head spin. She must have the tight...
As I said when I loaded THE BOARD pt1, Roni asked that I relay this story to you, as she likes to take credit for it happening "from the great beyond", as if she was written as a Dickens character, acting as the "Ghost of Pussy Past" or something (her bad pun, not mine). It did make for a good title/Description though. This shouldn't be as crazy as my adve...
Part 20: Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alr...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. ****************** Los Angeles, California A burnt scent flowed beyond the short hallway entering the club offering the subtle invitation of smoker...
"Here we are," said Fred, turning the moving van on to Washington Avenue. Amber reached over to grab his arm. "I hope this is a good idea." "Everything will be fine," replied her husband. "This is all my fault. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't need to do this." "Honey, it's alright. Things will work themselves out." "Are they all black?" "As far as I c...
If there was one thing I was enjoying about this night it was that I looked better than all the other bitches here. Which is ironic, considering that in high school I was considered the 'ugly duckling'. I was the one that no boy wanted to date. The loner, the one with no friends, take your pick. Now, however, I was the one with the rocking hot body. The only...
Chapter 4: "Love" It's hardest at night, when there's nothing to distract me. In the night I'll remember sleeping with Elizabeth, or not sleeping. I'd be on my side and she would push herself up against my back. I'd be almost asleep and then I'd feel her breathing, first her chest, then her stomach, moving rhythmically against me. Sometimes her face would...
Whenever Darren told Clare he was going to have a party she was apprehensive, but quite excited too. It's not that she was invited to the parties. You couldn't describe it that way at all. She didn't get left out of things either. Clare was always the focal point of activities and she never knew quite what part she would have to play. Clare knew better than...
By the time we got in the minivan and started the drive to Bob's house, I was humming a new tune. "I am Woman, Hear me Roar" had invaded my consciousness just as "Que Sera, Sera" had done earlier. I was convinced that tonight I could do anything. Anything, that is, except actually fucking someone other than my husband. With all the slutty things I had done...