(The second boring part. There is sex, though probably not enough to keep anyone's interest.) I lay on top of her, breathing hard, spent. Her hand reached under me and lifted my cock out of her, holding carefully the base of the condom. "Sorry," I said. "That was my job." "Mmmmm. Don't worry about it." She arched her back and stretched her legs out. Then...
Chapter 3 Our foreplay lasted nearly an hour. Jasmine's body felt like a playground to me. There were all these interesting nooks, crannies, canyons, caves, mountains, hills, and ski runs to enjoy, along with a hundred taste sensations. Of course, she was finding nearly as many interesting things on my body to my surprise. Again, I felt like I'd spontaneous...
Day 01: Mystique's Experience I have been writing erotica for a long time and I understand the best way to proceed is to jump right into the sexy stuff right away. However, this is a true story, and a basis must be established to understand what follows. If you bear with me through the first several "basis" paragraphs, the balance of the story should be its...
Sydney I. Wat's Wrong. I groaned unhappily and clutched my lower stomach while lying on the stiff wooden bench that was doing a sucky job at pretending to be comfortable. C'mon Motrin, kick in already. My shift was starting in eleven minutes and I could barely bring myself to sit up, let alone go stand on my feet for six hours. I silently cursed my stubbor...
A man saves the lives of identical twin, forty-something-year-old women, the wife of an adult film producer, Tiffany, and her sister, his sister-in-law, Crystal. Most days, whether feeling good, bad, or indifferent about our routines, we all go through the drudgery of life. Seemingly with every day the same, we work, eat, watch TV, sleep, work, eat, watch T...
Forward -- and forewarned: One of the biggest complaints I get from readers is the criticism of too many orgasms by hands and mouth for the women in my stories, so I've gradually cut these down. However, like most writers, there are pieces of me in almost all of my stories, and the orgasms are one of those pieces. No one seems to criticize other writers fo...
This is sort of a continuation of "Passing Ships" that I wrote a few weeks ago. ******************************** I'd just made this trip a couple of months earlier. I had attempted my third try a reconciliation with my wife and despite the promises she had made me, she made no effort to fulfill them. She was still the whining frigid bitch she had become i...
Author's note: As you might guess from the delay, I struggled with this chapter. Mucho re-writes. It didn't occur to me that five-way sex would be virtually impossible to write in an intimate way. I ended up settling for what a friend rather accurately called "interesting in parts." C'est la vie. I just can't wrestle with this chapter anymore. Later chapters...
My chastity tube hangs heavily between my legs. It resembles a water faucet, and looks a little odd. Gretchen used to have me in a plastic thing, but she felt that I was too disrespectful in having big erections... And the tube makes it quite cramped! Really, it is. When I get a hard on, it's quickly contained. Then I feel this unpleasant squeezing fro...
FIRST CONTACT Oedipus "Fast Eddie" Cronejammer felt the icy wind against his neck as he waited for the transport vehicle. So far he had waited 20 minutes, and nothing. He leaned back against the side of the deserted shop, which was composed of crumbling red bricks and a broken picture window featuring decapitated manikins - in other words about what you mig...