Years ago, we lived in a rather small, tight-knit community. Half the town seemed to be related by blood. The townspeople were very ethnic and prided themselves on their Eastern European heritage. Parties, dancing, and lots of drinking are part of that heritage. Jean and I are social drinkers; we enjoy the light buzz alcohol provides us, but each of us rarel...
"Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself." (Mark Twain) Twelve hours. That's how much time I was going to spend alone with a man who was a complete stranger to me. That's how much time we were being given to make some kind of erotic connection with one another. I silently wondered (yet again), if my performance would be judged adequate by...
My wife had accidentally found panties in my travel bag. Even though she was not trying to discover anything hidden in my bags, the deed was done. I explained the beginning of my panty fetish. (Chapter 1). What she objected to was my keeping part of my sexual preferences a secret. The trouble came from trust issues. After a trip out of town and us finally be...
Tales of an Oral Obsessive I opened my eyes to a beautiful spring day. The early morning sun came slaking through our bedroom window and landed at the head of our bed, spreading warmth like good news. Chloe laid next to me, swathed in lace and pastels, asleep, her little cherry lips parted, her soft brown hair spilling onto her pillow. Her eyes were as beau...
Marcus let out a groan as Greta enveloped his shaft completely in her pussy. She impaled herself in one smooth movement, rocking back and forth a bit to get him in the most pleasurable position for herself, then began to ride him with enthusiasm. None of his friends understood this relationship, why would a handsome man of only twenty-seven summers spend all...
'Hey, you home?' James called, shuffling through the front door and removing his large black parka. 'Yo! How are you?' Dana called from another room. 'Cold. It's fucking freezing today!' James whined. 'Snowing!' Dana appeared at the end of the hall. She was wearing a large white shirt and some thigh high socks. 'Yeah I didn't even leave the house toda...
[This is part of a series, and you likely will enjoy it more if you have read the earlier installments, but it is not critical to read them. There is some limited reference to bodily functions so those offended by such mention should read no further. All characters are over 18.] * Deirdre Carmody was enjoying her visit to her niece Laura Franklin's weekend...
Will walked a few blocks at a fast pace until Megan found herself in a sleazy part of town she hadn't known it existed. Was that the black ghetto? It was the first time she was there. She had a hard time tottering behind him in her high heels, but the bastard didn't seem to care. "It the bitch really wants it, she must run for it," he reasoned. He stopped in...
Preface and disclaimers: I wrote the 3rd story first with no plans to write more. But I like Cindy and decided to add more. It became obvious that I needed some background. As I wrote the background it took on a life of it's own now labeled parts 1 and 2. The voice is Cindy's. I edited minimally at her request. Ok? Part three is where I come in. I wrote it...
This story is a transsexual fantasy. What if it were possible for a hypnotic therapy, in this case we'll call it deblock therapy to allow the mind to become truly self actualizing and coherent and in so doing unleash the full force of what is called the law of attraction allowing the mind to co-create what it most desires? Where might that lead? In this...