When I was seven my dad began teaching me how to shoot hoops. Every night after dinner if it wasn't raining or snowing we would spend hours in the driveway with his worn out ball and the rusty metal hoop hanging perilously off the front of the garage. "Dribble with your left hand," he would chastise me when I would use my strong right. "Move your feet, don't...
****Note**** My apologies, I have changed the story around a bit, including chapter 1. I just wrote and posted it, before I completed the story, so when I was finished, some shit in Chapter 1 had to be changed, coz it was out of alignment. And I didn't like it anymore, coz it was kind of shoddy. I know it's a bit of bother to have to re-read it, but please...
Chapter 6: Betsy, part 2 I had mixed thoughts as I sat at my desk and watched Sonia move around the office. On the one hand she was the one woman in the office that I had really wanted. If I had been given a choice in the beginning - you can have one and only one - I would have gone for Sonia. On the other hand I currently had more pussy than I ever expecte...
I was very nervous. My aunt lived in Washington D.C. and had arranged an interview for me with her company. She worked in a big law firm and they were looking for summer help and I was majoring in Secreterial Science. A perfect fit! Because of exams I would have to fly down on a red-eye 6:30 flight, go to my interview at 10:00, have lunch with my aunt, and...
Dedicated to Mark love * The adventures of my quite submissive heroin Leena in India seem to interest several readers. So, I decided to offer them a few new ones... For those who seem to hate my texts and advise me to stop writing, I would propose them just not to read my stories. Considering the nice number of my readers, I'm afraid I'll continue! Honni...
I have now submitted a few stories but the one that generated the most debate and feedback was the one with the least hardcore action in it. So, here's another -- and this has next to no action in it. I even thought of posting it in the Non-Erotic section -- but the story is very much about sex. So, like I said for "Decisions, Decisions" if it's hardcore act...
My marriage is over. I knew what I did was wrong and I did it anyway. I could have said no, but I didn't. I learned later that there were external forces at play, but that doesn't change the fact that I could have avoided it all if I had but chosen to do so. My big crime? I let my dick make a decision for me. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ E...
"Liz Baker has added you as a friend on Facebook. We need to confirm that you know Liz in order for you to be friends on Facebook." Tom glanced at this subject line, halfway down a long list of unread emails that had accumulated on his laptop over the long weekend. He smiled. It had been almost thirteen years since he had met Liz at Duke. They had been in t...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothi...
All characters engaged in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen. * Jill wiped the counter and looked at the clock. Ten fifteen. She smiled, Jack should be coming in any minute. She looked up excited at the sound of doorbell. Her excitement dampened at the sight of the large and rowdy bar hopping group squeezing themselves through the glass do...