I'm a guitarist, and I was at band practice. I'd found the band online looking for a lead guitarist, to make not so long story even shorter; I auditioned, and they hired me. It was purely part time, practiced on weekends and maybe had two gigs a month. It was a rock cover band and the group comprising it were all older than I, in my mid 20s. A more interesti...
Thank you for all the positive comments I received on the first part of this story. I also appreciate those who expressed concern for my husband. While I write primarily in first person (because I feel it makes for a better read), my stories are purely fiction and not autobiographical in any way. I am working on a sci-fi erotic story in second person that mi...
Sometimes, it can be pretty easy to put a bad decision behind you. That's what April decided when she woke up the next morning. At 21, she had had plenty of years being an absolute knockout; with a short bob of deep brown hair, being 5'6", thin, and with an impressive 36D chest, she was used to men fawning over her. She was, in short, used to getting what sh...
Sara was tired and fed up. It had been a long day at the office and all she wanted was to get on the plane and get home as soon as possible, home being London as she was currently in Paris. She was hoping to be home on time tonight so that she could enjoy a little alone time. Lately this has not been possible for her. Working in the Investor Relations world...
From her living room window, Polly spied the Baron. He wasn't called 'the Baron', but his first name was Baron and he lived across the street from her. Every morning she watched him leave his house to go to work (what did he do, exactly?) and every morning she let out a sigh of frustration. My God, he is so sexy, she breathed, gazing out at him at him as he...
Ex-wife: Leah. Had just gotten a divorce from my first wife who was absolutely wonderfully erotic at far as she went. More about her later, now I must share my first experience with my second wife to be. Leah. A very attractive five feet tall, nice breasts, slender figure and long blonde hair. Raised in the better part of Houston by a father that had se...
She loved the fact that he was a gear head at heart. She loved old muscle cars, going fast in them and the fact that he could make his dream car purr if he had half a chance. She wanted to see him resurrect his 1968 Firebird from the dead. Poor car. It had been a very long time since it had been given the opportunity to haul ass, impress, and be worthy of...
This story is obviously of a fictional nature. It is not suitable for anybody under the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to email me with any thoughts or comments that you may have on this piece. A couple of years ago I wrote three stories about an assistant WWE writer having sex with three different WWE women: Trish Stratus, Debra and Melina. I st...
We walk into the room, softly closing the door behind us. I look around the room and giggle to myself as the Ludacris lyrics 'why do you think you take a Ho to a Hotel' run through my head. I walk in a little more, stopping and tilting my head back...stretching my neck. I feel you leisurely move closer to me, your hands now on my shoulders, squeezing them...
What had she gotten herself into? Was she such a slut she'd do anything for a sexual thrill? Thinking on her conduct earlier in the day, she felt guilt nagging at the back of her mind. She was definitely not a prude; but why was it difficult to live what she had fantasized? She chided herself on having a double standard. What made fulfilling her kinky longin...