*author's note* Please be aware, that I am writing this-beyond the whole, that a writer who literally lives to write, HAS to write-for someone I have had a special, strong friendship with for close to a year. We never really got beyond some heavy sexual flirting, innuendo because...we just didn't. I'll prolly post the next, 'tween his knees and knocking him...
Pure Stroke – A home invasion stroke story This is my second story. It is intended as a stroke story, and I hope you see it as such. I have used no editor, and no beta readers, so any errors are mine and mine alone. Because it is a stroke story don't look too hard for character development. You won't find it. I say again, this is a stroke story.. Let me...
I opened the door to the plush real estate office late on this gorgeous Autumn Saturday afternoon with a full-blown hard-on ready and willing to go. No, it wasn't that I was that excited about some pending coastal resort home purchase, not that there's anything wrong with that. The object of my arousal on this particular visit was the anticipation of findin...
There is an emotion I don't know the name for. I would describe the symptoms of this emotion as: anxiety, galvanization to adventure, nervous tension, jealousy and perhaps guilt. Of course these ingredients being only a portion of the mixture, no tasty description can be had. You know it; you have felt this way but can you find the word for it? It is a pa...
If you're from anywhere around here, you've seen those ball caps that say, "American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God." That's me. I'm Southern through and through. One of the things I love best about Southerners is the way we speak. For example, as winter starts to approach, the weather isn't "cool" but "airish." I have some fraternity brothers from...
Tehran, Iran: Zahra: "Don't feel bad, David, I fool everyone and I've been such a good whore to you. I am probably the only girl you've ever had, who made the eyes roll back in your head." Zahra grabs a chair and sits in-front on David, who is tied down to a chair, but that doesn't stop Zahra from teasing and flirting with him. She places her hands on his...
Part 1, First Night. My friend Olga from the Renaissance Faire owned a house in the mountains and had offered her guest bedroom to my wife and me. Well, actually it was a spare bedroom in her house that she used for storage and crafts, but it had a fold-out couch. It was for whenever we wanted a weekend in the mountains; the only pay she wanted was for me t...
I haven't posted for a while, sweeties, because there hasn't been much to report on, sexually speaking. I have had to deal with some insane life circumstances. But last summer I had a great experience I'm dying to relate, one of the true highlights of my life as a slutty college girl. I have a fuck buddy I'm really crazy about named Grant (not his real nam...
I might be inaccurate in some of the details, but the story that I tell is one that comes to my dreams on many many nights, a memory of a wild time and of sacrifice. His name was John. Such a basic name. I thought that he was giving me a false name when we were talking online. That's all it was at first. Then, we had the bright idea to meet. We were just s...
Tim looked around his office. Papers were spread over his desk. His coat hung limply on the stand. He sighed. He was looking forward to his business trip. He often had to go to London on business but for him, the trip was always mixed with pleasure. A long time ago he’d had a relationship with Sue. She was such a sexy minx and sex had always been exciting a...