Lena: Lena squirmed in her seat and tried to listen to the lecture. The ancient wooden desk-chair she sat in bit into her stomach as she tried to wiggle herself into a less painful position. Glancing around at the other students and their glazed eyes and lazy posture she was overwhelmed by frustration. Why is my fucking ass so fucking huge? She thought to...
And so Dennis rambled outside, a borrowed coat keeping him warm on this wet day, his hair dripping on the oiled fabric, his spirits lifting with the renewed realization he was free! He actually ran for a while, finding it easier than he expected, and totally exhilarated he walked on, sticking to the path faithfully, hope for the future taking over from his...
All participants in sexual acts are at least eighteen year old, or older. ***** Wow! I was her "Boy Toy!" That's what Claire had called me before shooing me out and home after our evening of torrid sex. Let me tell you, there was very little sleep for me that night. Jeez, I tossed and turned and fondled an almost constant erection until compelled into get...
Chen, a beautiful, olive skinned, Israeli, Shemale was the owner manager of an underground club called 'Weals and Squeals', which encapsulated the nature of its customer's interests. The lesbian clientele were of all ranks and walks of society, the fees were high but then so were the scale of desires. A lesbian mistress used to bring a nubile naked young...
SOME tears slipped out of Victoria's eyes unbidden as she closed the door of the craft shop she'd come to think of as her second home. She brushed them away as she walked toward her car. She just needed to make it home and then she could let all the tears out. She didn't look back as she walked away. Would it be possible to get around town and avoid this str...
The following story is true. Only the identity of the characters and locations have been altered. * Maria bolted upright in bed, trembling, her hands moist. She sleepily turned and gazed at the blurry digital dial of her alarm clock. She squinted to make out the time. "God, it's only 2:30," she muttered. She sank back down into the softness of her feath...
This story was inspired by one titled "The Brass Key" by Jake60. I thought that was well written and had a couple of good ideas. A couple of us writers were discussing it and even though the ending wasn't the type we usually liked we thought Jake60 did a good job on it and didn't go overboard with it. My story has a completely different ending and is conside...
Laurie and Frankie eased open the hotel room door and stepped quietly inside with their shoes in their hands. Neither one wanted to wake Natasha, so they knew they could step much more softly without their pumps on. The window shades were open and just enough morning light shown in from the city that they were able to see Nat sleeping with one pillow and a r...
My name is Lisa; I will be 19 years old at the end of the year and I can boast a 36-24-35 body, if I was into boasting. I am often mistaken for being at least three or four years older than I am; if I was taller it would probably be more. I suppose that when I get older the age factor might be classified as a problem, but for the moment it doesn’t bother m...
My wife and I have been married for almost ten years. The marriage, I thought, was a good one. We are making good and steady payments on our home. We have used but nice cars. Good jobs. And two beautiful children. My 6 year old son, Nathan and my 5 year old daughter, Daniella. My wife had been my best friend since before we were married. But like most things...