"Fine, you want to know, I'll tell you." I sat back, propping the pillows against the headboard, and settled in for her explanation. At last. I knew better than to prompt her; she had resisted for so long and would resist again if pushed. If she wanted to say it, she would, but in her way, her time. I waited as she visibly collected her thoughts and prepped...
I've met a hundred Mandys. Everyone has. You know the type: Stuck somewhere between late teenage carnal appetites and early twenties jaded malaise, marooned in the perpetual gym-class line-up of her grubby urban neighbourhood. It's only Tuesday in another dull, listless week - two days before she can go and pick up her benefit money from the Post Offic...
This is being posted to the romance section. From my point of view romance, even and perhaps especially erotic romance, does not need details such as the length or thickness of a penis. The less biological information the better, although this does not mean that one has to avoid everything biological. In my work you will probably find no mention of steamy fe...
It's an old building - for sure. Yes, I work on the top floor alright, and the view is great - when I bother to look at it at all. There is a medium sized potted rubber plant in one of the elevators. I timed it. It takes exactly 3 minutes, 31 seconds from lobby to the top, or vice versa - assuming no stops on the way. They need a faster one. It's a...
Not in my wildest dreams could I have hatched the scheme on my own. Not without Zelda. She was my brother's girlfriend, you see. She turned me onto it. But not directly, more in a motivational sense. I went to visit my brother at school. He was studying psychology or something like that. He just moved into an over sized apartment complex with a funny numbe...
This is fact, not fiction It was cold-ish, around 8c on the thermometer by the clubhouse and there was wind and occasional bursts of rain, so although it wasn't deserted it wasn't exactly over-run either. It was also a par-3, so skill really wouldn't be the deciding factor. Instead, what would be critical was the first hole. (That latter bit is hindsight) A...
I met her a little over a decade ago, in high school. I will call her K and she was a friend of my girlfriend at the time, though we often had snarky things to say about her in confidence. There was something about her that could be a bit bourgeois at times and she clearly was accustomed to having her way. Her father was a local politician and very much sp...
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. **** Bound for His Birthday Tipsily, perhaps drunkenly...
The first gainful day of hunting in the Eversong Forest was winding down for Tazai. It had been an educative experience for the island troll, and his appreciation for the natural beauty of Quel'Thalas had grown immensely. In just a few hours he had collected a respectable stack of lynx skins, a few dozen pristine dragonhawk downs, and handful of glimmering m...
Author's note: thanks to B for your story - hope I do it justice! ------------ You couldn't really call it an argument, or then again, you could. I'm Jane, married for twenty years now to a really good guy, Tom. Our sex life is just fine, or so I would have said until recently. It's also what I would have said if anyone asked, and still would, as I think...