* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (14.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Every once in a while, I write a story that I hate that has scenes that I can't bear to throw away. Rather than toss these scenes, I've decided to give them a second chance in a series I'm calling "Saving the Sexy Parts." This scene is from a twenty thousand-word story...
I was sitting at the bar and staring down into my cocktail, trying to ignore my roommate. Julie was all over this obnoxious frat guy, playing with her skirt and pushing her tits into his face. I was pissed at Julie at the moment and wanted nothing more then to go home. Normally I could identify with Julie, we were in college after all and she was one beautif...
It was the slightest touch, a tickle really, along his palm as he stood near the fountain at the mall. Alex turned his head, not to investigate –that was pointless –but to acknowledge whoever had touched him. "Yes?" Nobody said anything. He waited a moment and then slid the backpack from his shoulder and tucked away the book he'd just purchased: Dante's "D...
Well... when we last left off I was meeting this guy Marco in a hotel and I was the epitome of a selfish slut. I was cheating on my husband and documenting it on my phone. Stupid I know. I thought he would never suspect me but he did. He caught on. He didn't actually know the full extent of my bad behavior. He didn't know I had a threesome with Marco and ano...
I felt physically fine the morning after my bachelor party, which tells you that it was a pretty shitty time. My beautiful blond fiancée had tried her best to arrange one for me but it was a disaster. Having just moved to the city I had no friends here yet. I assumed I wouldn't have a bachelor party but Tammy insisted on coming up with something. She alrea...
There are events that happen in your life that you are prepared for and have thought about and there are those that are completely unexpected. This is not a story, it is my memory of an encounter with an old friend that happened while attending a conference in Germany. I am a near 50 male that works for a large company that does construction work in develop...
I woke on the morning after K's funeral with my cunt and thighs sticky with R's dried spunk, an immediate reminder of the previous evening. I put off having a shower for as long as I could, simply because I was reluctant to wash away the physical evidence of our glorious fuck. His parents both left before I headed for the bathroom. His father was off to som...
"Freeze!" I shouted at the man, firmly holding my gun leveled aiming at his chest with both hands. "Chris, don't act so rash," the man I had been deceiving said panicking and rushed out of bed pulling his robe around him. The young girl, maybe 14 or 15 looked at me calmly, sitting up in bed not bothering to cover up. Definitely stoned. Robert Delavano, my...
I am resubmitting my stories under a different profile for personal reasons and have changed some of the names and details. THEY ARE MY STORIES ***** There is always that question in the back of your mind. You want to know the answer, but you don't really, but you do. It is frightening but a bit of a turn on. In the end you finally ask it. "Other than me...
I stared at the blank hotel room door as I stood in the corridor waiting to make my grand entrance. I checked my appearance one last time, adjusting my tight short black mini skirt, ensuring my tits looked fantastic, almost spilling out of the shiny black tight corset top. My nipples were erect and pushing at the cups of the corset as I squeezed my thigh le...