"That really ruins what I thought. My stomach is filled with a mucous ball. Gross." "So it was only my sexy body you loved, I get it," he snarked. "No I do love- you're a jerk." Zaenaris just laughs and her stomach moves." "Aww... you're kicking," she retorted. Two weeks later, she wakes up not with a motherly glow at all at the end of her seemingly sec...
"Life sounds like a boring science fiction movie, we're going to see A United Kingdom instead," Afsane Yanehsari said haughtily, and she looked triumphantly into her boyfriend Rover Jefferson's soulful brown eyes, knowing that he was going to cave in to her demands. Just like he always did. Rover hesitated and licked his lips, a thoughtful look on his face....
During supper one night in mid-October, my wife told me that she couldn't wait until warmer weather to show me the clothes she'd been buying since we returned from Florida, the past August. "Honey, could you make a nice fire and warm up the living room?" she asked. Laughing, she continued, "The fashion show I'm planning will get our horns up, I guarantee it...
It seemed like a normal "party." Some drinking, a movie, eventually turning into each couple making out. We had done it many times since Ty and I were dating. Every few weeks we got together, a way of keeping in touch with our friends from high school. It had been two years since graduation. These were pretty tame parties. Guys usually got bulges in their p...
Disclaimer: This is part of a larger adventure story. If you reached this page as part of a reader's choice from a previous page, continue below. If not, CLICK HERE to start at the beginning of the SexVenture. = = = = = Page 15 = = = = = You head back to the west-wing offices, pass through the glass doors and make your way towards the bathrooms to wash...
It was one of the hottest days of the year and I was sitting in my air conditioned apartment staring at the computer screen trying to think of something erotic to write. But I was having the worst case of writer's block of my career. I would start a story and then couldn't finish because I just wasn't inspired by the plot, the characters or the worst thing o...
The sun is glowing golden like most spring or fall evenings. I feel the coolness of the breeze stir the hairs at the nape of my neck. The grass is cold on my bare legs, and the crinkle of the leaves as the wind rushes gentle through them make me shiver with excitement. The soft pink anticipation of sunset is just starting to creep up on the horizon in the sa...
After fucking a stranger in the bathroom of a party, my wife Abby has behaved herself over the past two months. Despite much encouragement from me, I haven't been able to get her to agree to go on a date with another guy much to my frustration. While she won't directly admit it, I suspect she's nervous about what I'll think of her if she does or what her fri...
Hollywood! Finally a chance to rub elbows with the stars. Or at least that's what I thought. I had been trudging around Hollywood "hotspots" two weeks and the closest I'd been to a celebrity was a Gary Coleman look-a-like at a Starbucks. Needless to say, I was disappointed. This was my only vacation from a crappy job, and I had wasted it chasing stars to no...
I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...