So every once in a while I wind up with a boyfriend; I'm not perpetually single. And we usually hit it off for a while and then either my craziness or his personality problems break us apart. So I was seeing Glenn. Tall, dark, handsome, and with a wicked streak that appealed to me at the time. (OK, most times!) Glenn did sound for the studios, so he was int...
Donald parked in the lot near Dr. Perry's office. As he approached his first group meeting, he felt the same way he did on the first day of high school. Part of him was eager with anticipation; part of him was apprehensive about the unknown. As Donald approached the main entry to the office building, he recognized Marc Reisner as Marc entered ahead of him....
I had known all my life that I was into WAM before I knew there was a word for it. Let me explain something before I get into it: WAM is nothing to do with the campy 1980s pop duo of George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley. WAM stands for Wet And Messy, and refers to the fetish of being aroused by oneself or other people being, well, wet and/or messy. By messy I...
(((I wrote this story for a friends birthday as a gift))) Jay Starly was the kind of man others saw as perfect, tall, dark and handsome, born to wealth and prestige, he had it all. By thirty he was the vice president of his families company and by thirty-five he was CEO. Jay could have any woman he desired it seemed but he was never satisfied with the thron...
So, here I was, kissing Julie, whose mouth was full, I mean full, of my come, and my girlfriend, Karen, had arranged the whole thing. Karen, my outgoing, red-headed, athletic girlfriend had been out drinking with her friend Julie, and had told her that I like to eat my own cream pies (well, and snowballs, and pearl necklaces, too!). This, apparently, got Jul...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Of Training and Cream Pies With a solid thwack,...
This is the second in a series of stories. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the first Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten. * Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's cunt into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in store for her and us....
Tale Three: A Messy Baptism All she wore was a high pair of black leather boots and a pair of plain thong-back, black knickers, nothing special, but this was what she was told to wear. She wasn't entirely sure as to what to expect, and a little tremor of excitement ran through her. Sitting down on a chair which was laid out in the large shower she ran throu...
"Mmmmm...um...cream-pie?" "What?" I said, my heart suddenly stopped. "Do you want the cream-pie?" she repeated, her eyes scanning the dessert menu. "Oh, uhh...yeah sure. Chocolate?" "Or banana. Let's share, I think two is too many." "Yeah, we can share one." I turned to the waitress, ordered the chocolate pie with two black coffee's. For a moment, I tho...
There is nothing like being naked! I could smell her the minute she walked into Captain Bob's Bar and Grille. It was the unmistakable smell of a luscious pussy in heat. She was wearing a pretty pale yellow, spaghetti strapped sundress, and her tan was a perfectly golden match. Intuition told me that was all she was naked under that thin cotton garment. It...