Next morning, I kissed Davy goodbye when the taxi came to take him to the airport. He'd been hired to play on an album on the west coast. When we'd made love one last time very early, I'd told him Claudio was coming over day after tomorrow and that I'd make his damn movie for him. I had a bit less trouble focusing at the rehearsal that morning. Desperation...
They pulled through the entrance of Mark Twain National Forest, the big wooden sign welcoming them to one of the the Show Me State’s premiere woodland recreational sites. Lisa sat in the front seat next to her black lover, Derek, her long red hair tied in a pony tail. “Where we going?” Jamel said from the back seat. “We’re going to the trailhead,” Derek...
Suddenly feeling jealously possessive of his young, pretty, sexy wife having sex with older, obese men, Skip has reservations about participating in the swinging lifestyle with his wife, Yvonne. I'm Skip. Skip is the nickname I got that dates back to my time in the Navy as a Seabee. They called me Skip because I wouldn't skip any safety precautions and take...
Hello Readers. Thank you to all of you who have sent me feedback. I appreciate all your comments. I am in my last year of University and have been crazy busy, so not much time for writing lately. Still, I couldn't resist jotting down one quick short story. I did a quick proof but apologize in advance for any errors I missed. I hope you enjoy. Happy humping,...
When Heather and Charles moved to the New Jersey suburbs in preparation to start a family, their sex life took a nose dive. Not only were there no longer any more nights out at a new bar or lounge that ended in drunken sex, they rarely had any sex at all. Both of them were working so many hours at their jobs while trying to save money, they usually came home...
I've always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was. My husband and I often indulge in submissive adventures. He shares me with his friends, and sometimes strangers, and likes to expose me in public places. I love him very much but it is humiliating to be used by others while my husband watches (and often participates). It a...
I tried to finish this, but it got way too long and seemed to develop a life of its own. So, here is part 2. I think it will finish in part 4. ***** It was Saturday. Marla finished her regular yoga class and was in a hurry to pick up her kids from the play center down the street. She didn't change or shower, but packed up her yoga mat and water bottle and...
The Happy Mysogynist From a conversation on Prodigy Internet Chat from around 1998. For years I sat day after day on a chat line looking for personal stories. I started opening my own room, since the program let me, named something like "Tell me sex stories," or sometimes "True sex confessions." Wild women would tell me something viciously naughty, I hoped...
Limaq stiffened imperceptibly, fingers closing on the pommel of his sword. His eyes narrowed on the dark depths of the corridor leading from their post at the door to the Queen's garden. Despite his relaxed stance he remained fully alert, watching between the moonbeams that cut into the darkness at each window leading back to the Star Chamber. One corner of...
Georgette and Ted had been to this flea market many times before. They loved to relax on a Saturday morning strolling through the aisles and aisles of junk looking for rare treasures. Ted had found some nice tools and a couple of golf clubs (including an antique mashie which he had mounted and displayed in his office). Georgette had found some wonderful item...