When writing or talking about sex or the sexually oriented there are a million different terms or synonyms for any given act or part. So i thought i would catalogue as many as i could think off. here is a simple outline I. Sexual acts a. intercourse b. oral sex c. anal sex d. other... (yes the most frightenin...
She woke on the hard floor of the cellar. She could hear the radio on upstairs and thought that it must be morning. Her bones creaking and muscles aching, she stretched as much as she could. Nauseated, the stench of her dried urine sickened her. Old tins of paint and varnish lay around the floor, long forgotten, like her. The cellar was a cold, dirty place....
I woke slowly, blinking in the soft glow created by the artificial track lights. God, where was I? "I see you're awake." I tried to turn towards the voice, but found I couldn't. My hands and legs were fastened to the bed. "What the fuck...?" I blinked and shook my head. I vaguely remembered a red-head named Phoenix and.... Phoenix sat on the edge of the...
She felt relief stepping out of the car at the DIY store. It was only a 5 minute journey from home, but she had felt every bump along the road through her aching backside. Several times over the past 2 weeks she had tried to see how far she could push him without being punished. On each occasion, he had threatened to punish her disobedience, and each time...
It was a cold, winters day in January. The snow was falling lightly, like soft feathers free floating. You my lover had just left for work and the memories of the night before's love making still vivid in my mind. You did everything so passionate, loving with intensity never felt before. I couldn't have wanted for more. You brought the wild woman out in me,...
Fifteen years since they had last seen each other. Almost to the day in fact and a few weeks more since the day they had slept together and each left the tent still virgins, contrary to what everyone who saw her leaving his tent in the morning thought. Not just those who saw him leaving the tent in fact as the story had spread like wildfire how the two inn...
Dear diary: I'm having the time of my life, here in San Francisco. I used to be so afraid of what was happening to me. Now I see how great life can be if you just enjoy it. I still feel a pang of guilt every time a pass by the church. Kerry tells me that it will go away eventually. I figure she's right. She's shown me so much since we came here. Tonight...
Your lips met mine repeatedly as we made our way into the bedroom. Dripping wet, you laid me down on the bed and took a step back, breathing in and whistling a little. I felt the blood rush to my face as my cheeks turned about ten different shades of red, no doubt. My legs were spread wide open, my head of auburn hair rested on the pillows of our luxurious b...
I had just arrived home after spending several weeks visiting my daughter and son, when my phone rang. I picked it up and a familiar voice said, "Welcome home, John." "It is so good to hear your voice, Tracy, I missed you." "I missed you, too, John" she responded. While I was gone, we had spoken on the phone a number of times and had made arrangements to...
Anyone who tells you that working on Wall Street is an awesome gig is a flat out liar. Wall Street is filled with overambitious, sycophantic political assholes. You have no true friends. The people you hang out with after work, at office parties, in the Caf or sometimes even on the weekends are just stepping stones. You do not take anyone seriously...unless...