On request by Spazerz. Well how does this sound? A Satyr spilling her drink and asking ya to help "clean her mess upp" Fetishes: Fingering, handjob, drinking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, monster girl, mamono, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, first-person, present tense. *** You check Mamono Maps on your phone. The destination is quite close. Four blocks...
Harry's Notes: No matter how this story began or the time it took simmering and chilling from then to now, I've concluded there must be peace within us to accomplish any worthwhile objective, something only you can determine. Follow your own path my friend and be still. ***** Graveside: Lizzie felt silly in heels and a dress trying to wield a shovel and s...
The thumping of ravenous hearts bolstered the bass that shook both the walls and the creatures confined within them. The dance floor was pulsating with convulsing limbs, fluttering hair, and swaying hips. Stifled urges saturated the air as they eyed each other, gauged each other, breathed each other in. They bathed in each other's sweat as their demonstratio...
This story is entirely fictional. ***** Francis tapped the microphone and seemed startled that it was working at all. Tom Cassavettes had sent his own newly acquired plane to bring his cousin Francis over from Harvard. Tom had already been Francis's best man at a recent ceremony in Boston and was pleased that Francis could return the favour at his marriage...
Trust--Fragile, Handle With Care Altowiese MacMurtry suspects her wife, Jerezina Pavelitch, of adultery. The accusation is false. Luigi Bascom, Esq., to the rescue? Luigi tells the story. I walked out of Schilo's sausage shop with my half-pound of Bauernwurst and my quarter-pounds of häringsalat and kartoffelsalat. That would be dinner, and there should s...
The American trio split two rooms. Nancy Kirkwood and Kathy Peck together in one, Paul Lowery occupied the other. Their respective balconies looked over the Costa Garraf sand onto the Mediterranean Sea. Viewed from the third floor, those slight waves purling upon the shore reminded Lowery of the shallow bight stretching from San Diego to Oceanside. On a cal...
Author's notation 1: As the title says, it's funny what life throws at you. I joined this site a little while ago and actually had a whole line of stories I wanted to put out. Not that I don't intend to still, but "inspired by real (and recent) events" (as the movies sometimes state), I felt this was more deserving as my first set of stories before I moved o...
After three weeks apart, Juliette and I couldn't wait to see one another. While she was in Atlanta working a trade show, I was working 4000 miles away on the Isle of Man. We both would much rather have been in San Francisco, in our own bed, and passionately fucking like wild animals. Although we'd chat daily on the phone, I missed seeing her long red hair, p...
I sleep with a bolster whenever I'm not with a girl. It's a habit I have, and it's the only way I can go to sleep. I know it sounds a little weird, but that's the way I am, and there's nothing anyone can say to make me change my habit. But the bolster I was hugging didn't feel like the one I normally had in my bed. In fact, it was a little more... substanti...
At my husband's urging I have written an account of our first cuckolding experience. My husband Hugh likes to read such stories on the internet, and I have read a few myself. First I will tell you about us. We married when I was 21 and Hugh was 32. He had been married previously, and had two children who lived with their mother and stepfather. I always wa...