The drive from Marta's home office back to my apartment took only about half an hour. Fortunately, traffic was light. By the time I pulled into my parking space at the apartment, I was feeling surprisingly invigorated. Marta had found no plagiarism concerns in my thesis, and then in an effort to help explain both my 'gift' and the reason for Emily's aggres...
Authors note: Please be aware that this piece is quite long. I would recommend leaving plenty of time to read it. This is posted in Group Sex but the story can also be categorised as Romantic couplings (kind-of), Fetish (Elements of CFNM, Leg Fetish) and Exhibition/Voyeur. It is a long drawn out scenario, lengthy dialogue, flirting, teasing before any sexua...
Monica Kelly silently slipped out of bed; trying not to wake him. She searched his bedroom floor for her panties, but couldn't find them anywhere. Most of the floor was littered with his own dirty clothes, but she spotted her bra lying by the doorway. Monica tiptoed across the floor and grabbed it, and quickly slipped it on. Brandon, or was it Brendan- Moni...
Author's Note: Although this story stands on its own (I hope!), and is the one I wrote first, it is loosely a sequel to events in "Cultural Exchange", which I'd planned out before starting writing either. You don't need to read that first - although some of its surprises will get spoiled for you by this story - but you should definitely read it if you like t...
I wanted to take this opportunity to thank the many people who have read my stories and have commented on them. Most of the comments were very positive and a few weren't so positive. All I can say is that it's hard to satisfy everybody. I have received consistently high rankings and for that I'm grateful. This story is the sixth of the Jane and Tony storie...
All characters are 18 years of age or older. The story, all names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this story are completely fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, services, or products is intended or should be inferred. Any similarity with real names is only coincidental. This story is inten...
A young grad student takes a photography job for a mysterious club and quickly finds himself trapped in the gray areas between love, lust, fantasy, and reality. --- "From timber so crooked as that from which man is carved, nothing entirely straight can be made." Immanuel Kant --- 1 The newspaper strewn out in front of me, I sat down with a bowl of ce...
Author's Note: No Strings Attached is the second collaboration by MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. We hope you enjoy the story! Bebop3's stories can be found here. No Strings Attached Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. B...
"Can we use your key?" Brian asked, turning to Kelly as they crossed the hotel courtyard area towards their ground-floor room. Exterior lights were beginning to flick into existence all around the pool's patio area as the daylight began to disappear. "Oh," Kelly seemed to remember, patting a hand against her chest. "I... lost mine. I think?" "Had it tucke...
Avril sat on the couch holding her heart in her hands. She wasn't crying. Sitting next to her, Ted wondered if that would change. Still staring at the damning picture on her phone, Avril asked Ted, "You think her tits are fake?" "Not as fake as her nails," Ted said, trying to keep things as light as possible. "They could be real," Avril said, zooming in...