I was telling my friend of many years about sending a couple stories on-line and he got excited and asked if I would send a story that happened to him. I told him sure. He wanted to write about an encounter he had a few years ago with someone he met in a on-line chat room. Steve is a sex crazed maniac. He has sex at the drop of a hat---or any other piece of...
Dedicated to the best shooter girl at the Pink Pony in Atlanta - 03-02-03 When I woke up I felt like my cock was digging into the couch cushion I was laying face down on, and my head was still swimming with images from last night. As my consciousness solidified, the anonymous breasts and butts receded into the void of my sub-conscious as rapidly as the morn...
Erotic literature is one of my favorite ways to relax. The stories that people come up with intrigue my mind and turn me on like nothing else. Thus I've decided to add to the archives in a unique way. Everything in my dream desire or DD series will be actual dreams that I've woken up from. Each is as I've dreamed it with minor filler to keep the story flowin...
There are no customers in the store, just the cute, punky blue-haired girl who works behind the counter. I know because we planned it that way... I enter before you, and head over to the magazine rack. I look around a bit, checking that the store is empty before grabbing a porn mag off the shelf. As I take it up to the counter, you enter the store as well,...
Something magical was happening on stage tonight. The violinist's hands blurred, a perfect symphony of virtuosity and beauty. Her eyes were closed and a serene smile graced her lips as she neared the end. When it finally came, and her bow had left the strings, the entire audience was quiet. It was almost as if they were still processing what they had seen. A...
Nervously, I pace back and forth across the hotel room. I have waited for so long for this day, yet I'm terrified now that it's here. I pause for a moment to check my reflection in the mirror. Short black skirt, no panties...breasts straining against the thin white silk of my blouse, free of a bra. I'm faintly embarrassed by the outline of my nipples, alread...
Downstairs in Stuart's dungeon, the lights were quite dim. Mistress Lydia had allowed her slave, Thomas, to walk down the stairs because having him crawl was simply too impractical. Contrary to common expectations, Stuart had created a warm, welcoming dungeon - no bare brick walls and cold floors here. Instead, the walls were padded and lined with red velvet...
You love the quietness, the muffled movements of the people as the search through the shelves for the books they want, the occasional voice raised above a whisper and the accusing 'Quiet Please'... Today is like any other as you collect and return the books from the main desk, much to your surprise you've been given the reference section to look after as wel...
Addie Scott glanced up in disgust as the transit car's door opened with a blast of chill snowy air. Two figures slid in on the tail of the blast and settled giggling in a rear corner seat. The homeless bundle drowsing, bestirred itself to see if he could panhandle from the newcomers and lapsed back into his stupor as the doors bumped shut. Addie sniffed dubi...
Pacing like a caged lion, her thoughts twisted in her head. She had done wrong and she knew it. His eyes never left her. He let her walk. He let her work the details over in her mind. He could very easily stand up take her by the wrist and administer the punishment she so richly deserved, but he would not. He would sooner let her walk out of his life than a...