It was something I should have owned, I mean what self described Beatles fan could seriously call himself a fan without owning The White Album? The White Album which really wasn't the title of the album, its actual title was simply The Beatles and yet that's all I heard, man you gotta get The White Album. Yeah I had Sergeant Pepper's, Magical Mystery Tour, L...
Ladies it's me Mary 'The Magic Flute Player' Larson and if you remember my claim to fame then I think you'll want to hear what I have to say. Do you consider the men in your life nothing but big, hulking, forceful if not suave, hunks of over confident hairy-chested machismo? How much of your valuable time do you waste just trying to train these beasts just t...
Author's Notes Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions. To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially n...
Beyond the Video Arcade: The Next Encounter Sara and I decided that our first encounter with another man went pretty well. So, we decided to try again. She left it totally up to me, with the provision, that if she didn't care for the person she could call it off. I thought that was a reasonable position and started keeping my eyes open for an opportunity....
Elizabeth Moore closed and latched the door to her compartment, stowed her bags away overhead and settled into the seat. Glancing out the train window, she noted the cold gray drizzle that hung over the cityscape like one of Whistler's fogs, and reflected that an uneventful train journey was not an unpleasant prospect. She leaned back against the cushion, he...
Dear Dirty Diary, My darling husband returned today after his five day, late September fishing trip to Schooner Lake. After thorough questioning it turned out he'd gotten a little apprehensive being all alone up there amongst the wailing loons and spirits of dead Algonquin Indians. He swears there's some kind of energy around the fire pit on the island that...
Chapter 2: Thanks to the Sat Nav The Tinsley viaduct was closed southbound, the Radio 5 Live announcer said. "Damn," I thought. But it happens regularly so I just switched on the Sat Nav and let it find me a back way, round Sheffield over the moors to the west. It's a lengthy diversion but still quicker than sitting waiting for a major foul up on the M1...
I don't know why I had left them so exposed – usually I kept them well hidden, even when I wasn't expecting anybody to be coming around. I suppose I had just been careless the last time I'd worn them, but it was still a stupid mistake to make. It's true Lauren's visit was unexpected – why the hell would she be coming round my place? I mean, she was a good fr...
A buzzing alarm woke up him up out of a dazed splendor. Jim sat at the edge of the bed and smiled. Just thinking about the day before surged his dick to life. He crossed his apartment floor, moving a few unpacked boxes out of the way, and showered for the day. When he arrived at work he saw Laurie talking with another girl on the sales floor. “Hey Jim...
{There is nothing erotic here, not to my way of thinking. I am at home, still injured, and not much in the mood for erotic anyway. I normally write a story when something happens, and around here that might be months apart. In between, I will jot down things from memory, and yeah, sometimes I embellish to try and make things sexier. That never seems to wor...