I receive many comments on the length of my tales. Equally split criticism of being too short or too long. I thought I'd explain my highly complex system of deciding length. I begin with what I want to say. I start writing. When I've said everything I want to say, I write, 'the end'. Any questions? This one is relatively long (28 'Word' pages). About the on...
Note to readers: I haven't posted anything or even written much for a long time but even now I sometimes get appreciative feedback, asking when I'll post again. A few days ago I was searching on another site for literature on one of my favourite fetishes, and I found a story which looked promising. Right away I thought, "Wow, another author with almost the s...
About a month after the downtown gang-bang (see, A Bun in the Oven Pt.1 and 2), I received an excited call from Bing. She had missed her period a week back. I knew she had planned to do a pregnancy test. "I pregnant. I pregnant," she squealed. "That's wonderful Bing. Congratulations," I replied, with some relief. We met the next day at a tea shop. Bing wa...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer The Coxville Curse Part 2: Chapter 14: One Hot Grandma Helps Old BBC ********** October 16, 2009: Friday, the Day of the Pool Party ********** Willie spanked her ass hard with one hand thrusting his hips forward, his cock bottomed out, spitting out one of his typically huge loads of sperm until her womb w...
After the first week of Ellen dressing me like a slut and using me to her full disposal I was really beginning to enjoy walking in 6" heels and having people stair at me wearing short latex skirts and see thru tops. We had been shopping and I had all kinds of different heels from 4" to 7" and Ellen introduced me to a lady that now makes my clothing. Ellen wi...
My internship is like nothing ordinary. As a psych major we're required to intern with a provider or company that is involved in the human condition. Usually that means a mental health clinic or hospital. Sometimes a pharmaceutical manufacturer. Myself and a few other fellow psych majors drew the lucky straw this year and we're interning at The Museum of Sex...
Bob Sanders was sitting at his desk on the top floor of a skyscraper staring out the glass at the city below. All he could think about was his wife Gina. They had not been getting along lately. He was confused by the package that he had found in her part of their large walk-in closet. He was stunned when he discovered the big veiny dildo while looking for on...
Miss Davis stood beside me taking dictation, legs quite wide apart. She stood in this posture because it allowed me to idly finger her ever wet cunt as I dictated. The dress code I had specified for my new office slut meant that she never wore panties and always wore a short skirt and stockings. Rather than distracting me, I found this activity helped me f...
My name is Dr. Moreno Mezzo, I am a surgeon, my age -when this story took place- was around 29, and I was just in the second half of my residency in a surgical institute. I am a little overweight, plus somehow not that tall, so I had no ambitions in being the stud doctor or womanizer media usually presents. Nevertheless, I was quite handsome, and as smart a...
I recently had a very interesting doctor's appointment. It had almost been 10 years since I had been to the doctor and my wife was bugging me about getting a physical. At 54 years old, I could see the wisdom of her concern with all the problems men my age had with cancer and heart disease. When I finally relented, I found out my retired military insurance h...