I arrived late for the birthday party up the street a few houses from where I lived. I'd been to a meeting which went on for about two hours longer than anticipated due to disagreement between key members which led to new items being added to the previously agreed on agenda. Outside the gate I saw the lovely Mrs. Eliza Smith, her pretty, dark brown face well...
I am a man, and I am a virgin at twenty-five. ***** Living in a high rise among regular rooming houses and homes gave me the chance to use my binoculars. I had found a woman on the second floor of an apartment building across the parking lot from my building, and in full view from my room on the fifth floor, who liked to do her exercises in the nude. And...
I took a pledge in high school to remain a virgin until I was married. I came from a conservative religious family and the church was my harbor in the stormy sea of adolescence. Frankly, it didn't seem like a big decision at the time. My best friends were members of the same church and several of us took the pledge together. We bolstered our pledge by prayer...
I got back to the toadstool shortly after noon. The girls were sitting at the table, except for Violet. She was lying on her stomach on the loveseat, her hands cuffed behind her back, a bunch of green leaves sprouting from her ass. "So where have you been all this time?" asked Trudy, her nose buried in her laptop. I gave Retta a smile, but she got up and...
I lay in the tub, letting the suds and hot water drape over my sore body. Aaron was worried. I knew it. I had been playing up the sick thing a bit too much. I was distant. I needed to tone it down. But it was hard. It was hard to be present. It felt like a lie. Being present, here, with my husband felt like a lie. What was the truth? I thought about Frank...
The best and final part, Chapter 3B The Proposition I was sitting on the floor gasping for breath, trying to recuperate, from the best wettest blow job, I ever had. I guess I'm a freaking weirdo. Because blow jobs and hand jobs, leave me sexually unsatisfied. I want my cock buried deep in a woman cunt, when I come. Betty was sitting across me on t...
Diary Entry Number 1 I favor control; I prefer to have the authority, even if it is just an illusion. I like strong men who aren't afraid of (and even enjoy) having their power and choices taken away from them. I guess through some eyes I am seen as a mistress or even sadistic. Sadistic is such a strong word, in my opinion I am a lover someone who enjoys pl...
This is just a fun little Halloween idea I've been meaning to write up for a couple years. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, please vote and leave a comment. * Cheryl stood in the kitchen, her yellow gloved hands immersed in warm, sudsy water up to her wrists as she scrubbed the last of the burnt on tomato sauce from the lasagna pan. The kids were in bed f...
Erin wakes and finds that she cannot move, to her great pleasure. ~~~~~~~~~~ Some of you may find a continuity error between here and "Erin at the Stoplight." It's negligible, just a single line, but irritating. Oh well, even the pros have issues from their earlier works to their latest. ~~~~~~~~~~ It was still dark, about an hour before dawn, when I ste...
London, 1835 Lara stared moodily out of the carriage window and quickly transferred her look to the woman sitting primly opposite her, her maid -- though jailer would be a more appropriate term. In every part of her life, she was managed. By her stiff father (who was the worst), her mother, her two arrogant brothers, her ladies maid...it was unbearable. Tom...