There were dark moments. Times when I felt trapped inside my own body, unable to make eye contact for the fear that the world would see what I was really feeling, my torn soul. So I looked away, unable to reach out and touch those standing a mere arms reach away; the frustration, the anger, the self-loathing, the pain, overwhelming, I am stronger than thi...
It was not late when I arrived at my hotel that evening, but night came quickly to those northern latitudes at that desolate time of year and frosty darkness cloaked the thick, leafy borders and high hedges of the hotel grounds. I was booked-in by a quiet, busty blonde. It had been a long day; training had been intense and if she gave an appraising glance...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an Editor; no, I do not want an Editor. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes, it's in the wrong category, yes, it's too long, yes, it's too short, yes it's stupid shit and yes, and I su...
Joyce, my 30 year old wife, always had a great ass. Firmly rounded, extremely hard from her daily workouts, just right in size to fill a man's hands. So I wasn't surprised when one of my guys started rubbing his hands all over her rear at the party I was holding at my house for the best players on the soccer team I coached. Joyce, a Scandinavian blonde of 6...
the 'sexual revolution' of the 70's was a miss-named glimmer of the quiet next phase of humane evolution that is only just beginning... Hi, I'm Sarah. I'm two years out of high school and I feel alive. Maybe I've been stuck in my room too long, too deep in my head. This virus stuff is a mindf_k. But I've also learned to do some internal research!...
This story is a liberal recollection of an erotic experience that my mind keeps wandering back to. Thanks for letting me share it with you. ....... After we had arrived and circulated a bit at a local swingers' "happening", our hostess, Colleen, told us to grab a drink and bring it into the living room. After all 35 of us had settled down more or less in a...
It was 03:00 AM in the swingers club. Carla and Matthew have been here before and liked every aspect of it. They like the jacuzzi the best, because naked people are just sitting here and enjoying the warm water and sometimes play with each other. The best part is that you cannot see what is happening under the water, but you can guess by looking at the faces...
Chapter One Chateau Bertrand, Paris, 1795 From the shadows, Roland Bertrand watched the young woman paint onto a canvas with delicate strokes. His library was illuminated by tapers, and they cast a soft glow on the dark- skinned beauty who was immersed in her art. She was now focusing on the figures, but from the distance, Roland could not make out the ex...
The whore groans, wrists bound behind her, face down on the carpet, ass up in the air. Strong hands grasping her hips and lifting her ass, dragging her face along the carpet. Terrified, the whore lays bound face down, on her knees in the middle of the room. The strong hands maneuvering her body, scraping her forehead against the rug, the TV noise loud, the...
In life people always like to partake in a little bit of risk. Just enough to feel a rush, but not enough to get caught or noticed. Jamie's encounter with the unknown businessman left her feeling satisfied and enthralled. Her bathroom rendezvous was the appropriate next step in her pursuit to be more daring in life. She not only looked forward to thinking o...