Punch lines don't HAVE to be funny do they? The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist. NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story. This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved....
Scarlett Kushchenko rubbed lotion over her long, sleek legs, pausing and smiling at the birthmark -- shaped like a phallus -- on the front of her left thigh. Not that she needed any help, but she was sure that birthmark facilitated her getting laid at least a dozen times. She stopped lotion application once again to inspect her rose-and-briars right ankle...
He called me about an hour ago. He let me know he was coming home early and that he was starving; he'd had a long day at work. He said he was coming home to get it. I knew what that meant. I know my man and I know what he needs...when he needs it. And I'm always Daddy's good girl. I make sure I have on a skirt and blouse, my man's favorite, a skirt. And ta...
Welcome back, dear friends. My husband begs me to thank you all profusely for allowing me the time to deal with certain issues between us that required my urgent correction. But now, without further ado and preamble, I would like to describe for you, as promised, a typical day in my life, as it has evolved over the years together with the person who is witho...
Bryan's POV: The bathroom door was locked. I'd expected that, so I brought the little Allen wrench from my tool box to use as a key. Diane never used to lock the door when she showered, but lately, since she'd come back from a conference in St. Louis, she'd taken to shutting herself inside alone. I remember how we'd grown used to seeing each other naked in...
What a day it had been. I was wore out from the stress of another day at the office. It seems that the days just get longer and longer. Anyway it feels good to be driving home at last. First I guess I should tell you my name is Maggie and I live just outside the city because I need to get away from the rush and craziness of the city. It is a longer drive thi...
We were friends. The "sparkly" kind of friends. What is a "sparkly" kind of friend, you wonder? Those are the kind of friend you meet and everything just kind of clicks into place. Eyes meet and you know; hear the other's voice and know more deeply; after some drinks and stories are shared you know more deeply yet. Yet what do you really know? You know yo...
I was looking out the window, watching the snowflakes softly falling outside. I couldn't believe that my wedding day was finally here! In less than ten hours, I would be getting married! I looked at my wedding gown that was hanging up for the moment. I stepped back, and slowly started memorizing every detail of this dress that I would wear just for this on...
The story begins simple enough. I crossed paths with the most beautiful, the most titillating, easily the sexiest lady alive on the planet. She arrived in my building 3-months ago. I first noticed her at the copy machine. As I passed the room, glancing quickly through the door, she was bending at the waist, the copier door open, looking inside the machine. W...
It was New Year's Eve and I was really enjoying myself. In my entire life, I had made two solid friends and they were standing in the room with me. We were in Tom's basement shooting pool and drinking beer while our wives chatted upstairs. I had moved back to Allentown a year ago, after living and working in Philly for fifteen years. Ray had gone to Stanfor...