It was the start of her college's spring break, and Amanda walked to one of the school cafeterias for breakfast. She was 22 and soon to graduate in May. An excellent student with a great deal of drive, she had accomplished a lot, but there was a relatively new life choice she wanted to conquer: she wanted to have a baby. This was not a phase, fleeting inkl...
The phone rang, it was my sister. "Hi Carol," her cheery voice sang, "How is my favorite sister?" Not feeling nearly as cheery as she I replied, "OK Helen, how is my only sister?" Only two years older we were very close and were always doing things together. At her wedding I was her maid of honor and wound up dating two of the groomsmen -- first Karl than...
Deena squirmed as she sat on the log, feeling the heat from the bonfire on her front, though it didn't feel as hot as her pussy! She had gone camping with her best friend Beverly and her boyfriend as a "last hurrah" before she moved off to Japan to teach English, but her monthly cycle had hit her with fertile wantonness right after they arrived at camp. "Yo...
Our first duty as writers is to write the truth. That does not mean that we cannot, or should not write fiction or fantasy. It does, however, demand that we not tell our readers things which are physically, scientifically, and demonstrably false. We can write about things that do not exist, and indeed cannot exist, in our known universe. We can 'invent' tru...
Week 3: Penetrating Cassie's Prejudice Day 1: Cassie was quiet the next morning and Leroy knew he had to create a distraction to avoid Cassie becoming distraught at the direction the interactions between them were clearly headed. During the morning massage she was a little withdrawn. Even the firm kneading of her sensitive buttocks by his large strong ma...
A quick look in this "how to" section will reveal a veritable cornucopia of guides about why men and women do various things, or the precise mechanics of foreplay, or even how to "get laid" if you're a geeky guy. These can all be useful, but there's a tremendous amount of subjectivity involved in these discourses. The purpose of this rather brief essay is to...
Liddy had been too subdued by the intensity of her orgasms to really talk much as we wound up after our impromptu exercise in Skype (or whatever it is you use these days) sex. Clearly she had been flooded with Oxytocin, but without a physical body to hug, she could do little but offer up a stream of sincere, softly spoken thank yous before we rung off. In a...
Friday Night We cover up and flop on the beds, sipping Cokes and watching "The Dating Game". Big Hollywood kisses. "It's so phony," says Nancy. They all nod and keep watching. I brush my teeth and climb into the king bed next to the window, naked. I go to Nancy and remove her robe and tuck her into the king, and then I do the same to Cathy, who gives me a...
Her name is Kathleen, but her lover calls her Kitty. She is a woman, mature and experienced of life, with lines on her face left by trials over the years – marriage, children arriving, children leaving, and children coming back. And then divorce, loneliness, but a gradual return to strength. She is not one to give up. But some of those lines, in fact, are fr...
I played with Ann's naked belly by running my thick, erect cock up and down her pubic hair and running the uncircumcised tip up and down her engorged labial folds. Slowly her nymphae folded open and I nestled the sizable head of my cock between them and at the opening to her vagina. With anticipation Ann's already feverish breath quickened. The smooth skin o...