Phone You are sitting cross-legged on my bedroom rug – the one by the fireplace. There is a fire. You are in your nighty. You are getting drunk on a bottle of Irish whisky. It's cold outside – late November – and I flew to LA for a meeting. It's the first time I've been gone since we became lovers – since I took your cherry. You miss me so badly that you a...
*Authors Note: This story is intended to be read as a series of handwritten journal entries. If you are upset by entries that are only a page long, this story probably isn't for you. But if you can deal with shorter entries, please enjoy.* Mortem in Nocte October 11 It is my hope that someone finds this journal someday, if only so that someone knows what...
I circle around you, inspecting you with my eyes, and as I do I the minx inside awakens. Yes, here is a fine one. Yes, it will be a challenge to get you to submit but it is one I am looking forward to. I go over to the table and slip on my metal nails with a grin. Yes, these work so nicely. I pick up the restraints and the blindfold. You are standing still...
So before I start my story I should say this is my first ever submission so please bear with me. My story starts a number of years ago, and a lot has changed since the start as you will tell from my id, but in my early 30s the issues in my marriage started to arise. So about me: I was 30, nearly 31, at the time this starts, 5ft 5 blonde, most of the time...
Warning: doesn't get to the sex particularly quickly. Also, this has a little of a lot of things. It was hard to categorize. I hope you enjoy the ride! ***** Like so many things, it began with Mr. Egg, my old high school history teacher. In the summer of 2021, there'd been a rash of mosque shootings, and the newly reborn American left had finally begun...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older. ***** I'm siting on my bed with my head in my hands. Tears are streaming down my fa...
The affair continued for a few months. Kelly kept seeing her boyfriend, or LD, as Heath called him (short for "Limp Dick"). She just couldn't make herself break it off with either man. Although LD had his short comings, he had some good qualities as well; he really did seem to care about her, maybe even love her -- Kelly was never really sure -- and he was c...
My name is Richard and I work for a large brokerage firm in Atlanta, Georgia. I am the chief financial officer and make very good money. No matter what they paid me, I would still be in debt. I have a bad habit. I gamble. I not only gamble. I lose. I should have been putting money away for retirement, but we are in debt up to our eyes. I have been working he...
Finally spring break was here. All the cool kids were, of course, going away to someplace hot to party. I, on the other hand, didn't have parents who were made of money and would pay for such frivolity. Not that I would ever be invited anyway. Instead I was on my way up to St. Clair, to spend a week and an half earning two college credits in biology as part...
("This story has a slow build and has more to do with the start of a relationship between two people with a lot of past baggage, than pure sex. If you're looking for a quick fix...what are doing reading novella?" Grin. "Enjoy.") For some reason I'm thinking about the summers I use to box with my cousins. The time that Mickey hit me square on and broke my n...