(The names and locations in this story are completely fictional and have no connection with any person living or dead.) My name's Chris. Wife Jolene and I have been married six years now. Live in the small city of Centertown, Ohio. It probably got that name because it's about half way between Columbus and Cincinnati. Being from a midwestern small town, the...
I thumbed through one of those glossy movie magazines as I waited for my slave to be prepared at Dominie House - known to its exclusive membership as "Dom House", of course. I was only reading it because the magazine had an interview with me, and was in the form of one of those Question and Answer things. The last question read: "And tell our readers, Linda...
Alice took the book from its glass topped case on the pedestal sitting beside their bedroom dresser. Its weathered leather cover, inscribed with a pentagram pierced by a phallus, exuded age. "This belonged to my great-great-great grandmother," she whispered in a reverent tone. She stood holding the book, intent green eyes locked on the cover. Her raven hair...
My name is Dr. Christiana Swensen and I am the founder/director of the Swensen Sex Research Clinic in Stockholm, Sweden. My area of specialty is the study of the male reproductive system and the pathologies associated with the epididymides, vas deferens, bulbourethral glands, and the prostate. My research over the past seven years has been devoted to helping...
Part of the inspiration for this story comes from an old Kenny Rogers song about how sometimes you have to fight to be a man. There will not be a lot of descriptive sex, but sex of course is a big part of most of these stories. I enjoy the stories of personal triumph, so that is what I'm striving for. ***** My name is Randy Burns. I am 32 years old. I gue...
***** Writer's Note: This series is my first attempt at writing here. This is the fourth in 30 Chapters of this story. Enjoy! MEMORIES OF THE WAY WE WERE Still chuckling, Spencer walked over and slapped him on the back. "Which is why you ought to start dating again. You gotta have that thing drained every once in a while; masturbation's a solo sport. Occas...
Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. I met Janine back in nineteen-ninety-nine, she was twenty-one, I was a crazy twenty-six, and we both happened to be at a weekend river bash on Lak...
This story was inspired by a real event that occurred in the late 70s. A time before HIV, Cell Phones, DNA testing or the Internet. Vietnam, the Cold War and the Draft were the topics of the day. Disco ruled. It is a story about love, infidelity, consequences and sacrifice. The names and details have been changed to protect the guilty. There is very little s...
ONE Sean Lambert and his wife, Amy, were excited about their upcoming trip to a desert resort in Arizona. Over the course of their twenty year marriage, they had always tried to celebrate their milestone anniversaries in a big way. Sean's orthopedic surgery practice was well established so money was never an option. On their last big trip, for their 15th,...
Just another story. I have friends that are deeply involved in coonhound competitions, and they gave me advice. If I got it wrong, blame me. ................................................ Ever think about words and their meaning? I do, sometimes. Cliche is one of my favorites. In most dictionaries the standard definition is: "A phrase dulled in meaning...