Again, I find it necessary to explain myself. I started out to write a two-part story about a writer, new to fiction, who writes about herself telling how she met her lover. The intros and endnotes are part of the story. Some of you have caught on, but, evidently, I confused others. The first part of the story is factual up to a degree. I changed names to p...
Sally was completely spent when she managed to climb into her bed early Saturday morning. She awakened late the next morning with many mixed emotions over what had transpired the previous night. She could still smell the sex on her. Sally had never in her wildest imagination considered participating in an orgy, not the conservative Baptist woman. Now, not on...
I am a happily married woman! I am 34 years old and I love my husband. We have been married for 10 years and I have never strayed at all. I am sure my husband, Wayne, hasn't strayed either as we have a wonderful sex life together. Despite all we hear about sexual activity waning after the first few years of marriage, ours has simply gotten stronger as the ye...
That morning I could not keep my hands off you, and my desire made you very hot, but I had to get off to work. So we made a date for the evening, and you have got yourself ready. You have had a bath and made yourself smell nice. You have put on the white seamless satin bra and matching briefs which I find so sleazily sexy, and then your full length black neg...
David woke up at around 8 o' clock in the morning. He was feeling really numb and half dead to begin with. He wondered what dream-like state he was in as he tried to differentiate between his trance and reality. Both of them seemed identical, except for the presence of a specter-like, bizarre woman. His hands were holding his penis lightly and he felt the od...
This story is a complete work of fiction. Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong. This is a sequel to Posh's Dilemma and all references not accounted for in this story are covered in the first story. Reading Posh's Dilemma first would enhance the reading of this work. However by way...
Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall pine trees as well as the plaintive cries of loons. My shimmering vision of sparkling blue waters surrounding our...
It took quite a while for my wife and I to come to terms with the fact Amy had given herself to my life-long enemies. However we eventually, albeit slowly, settled down and concentrated on looking after our children. We spent many hours revisiting the last few years, reliving the activities we had indulged in and talking out the tremendous and traumatic affe...
She started suddenly and looked around the room. He was no longer circulating amongst the other guests. She could no longer feel his presence and began to panic, as it occurred to her that she really had no idea how long she had been chattering to the young man. She became agitated, it was possible that she had misbehaved or responded inappropriately to her...
My orgasm occurred about an hour ago, I write this with all the detail fresh in my mind, (though I do tidy it later) I want you to know every salacious detail. The act of writing my masturbation for your knowledge, and the arousal it gives me has demanded an epilogue. Seconds ago I orgasm again after being aroused so, as I knew I would. Below I detail the ev...