None of the events in this story happened. It's all fiction folks. "And when I woke up, he was gone. Never saw the guy again," Laura said. We were sitting in her bathtub, winding down after another grand night . "And that's how I lost my virginity." "Wait a tic," I said, "You're telling me that you just boned some random guy in Jersey?" "What, were you...
I smiled, happy with my work..happy with my life. And who in their right mind wouldn't be? I mean, hey...the magazine wasn't the New Yorker or anything spectacular like that. And with the type of stuff we'd been publishing, it surprised me that we'd yet to be compared to Hustler, but all in all, it wasn't bad. I was now well on my way to making a living by p...
When I was born, I was supposed to be a boy. My father was counting on it, so I could carry on the family name. Plus, he was sure he wouldn't know the first thing to do with a girl, and his younger brother had three. He wanted to be the one to produce the family "heir," so to speak. I, however, was not born with a penis. This is not something I've ever reg...
There's one tradition at the Super Bowl, besides games that don't match the hype, that always holds true. That's the really dumb, overblown halftime show. So instead of watching P Diddy, Kid Rock and Nelly lose whatever credibility they have left, gawking at Janet Jackson lip synching badly and wondering whether a certain child molesting freak is gonna show...
Brother Hayes looked nervously around as he shuffled down the corridor. His candle sent flickering shadows across the walls. In his overwrought imagination they took on the fearful shapes of imps and demons, grasping and clutching at him. God, please preserve my humble soul, he thought as he scurried down the corridor. What had they been thinking? For rese...
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. As always YMMV. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment....
"Oh yes," said the black butterfly, "I've much more planned for you. You have to learn to submit to me completely to find yourself, you do understand that don't you Kim? You have to accept that you can be offered up to other of my slaves as well Kim. Your experience working in the parlour should prepare you well for the next part of your journey." Kim didn...
Chapter 3: All Dreams Must End Jonas Carpenter walked down the steps of the old Executive Office Building carrying a tattered leather briefcase; he paused at the bottom and surveyed the chilly landscape before he stepped into the waiting car. He told the driver to go to Senate entrance of the Capital, then sat back on the cold vinyl bench and rubbed his bur...
I looked down at my breasts as I stood naked in the lovely little private garden, while my employer, Patricia, and her assistant Charisma, debated how to start my next hour's punishment. My breasts thrust out beneath me like two oversized melons, the skin taut and stretched, veins showing across their voluminous spheres. This was because they were imprisone...
Charisma walked around the room alone as usual. It seemed these decadent, rich parties always turned out the same for a working class girl who made in a year what most of the party goers made in a day and a half. The lavish mansion ballroom was filled with the rich and selfish that only cared about her when she stood on the arm of the man who invited her, as...