I was eighteen. It was my freshman year in college and I felt very far from home. The state is divided into east/west 'halves' by a range of mountains and my home was on the other side. I lived in a dormitory, as was required of first and second year students who didn't live with parents or guardians at the time. The first semester I made the error of roomi...
Chuck put his clubs in the back of my pickup and then said, "Oops, I forgot my wallet" and he hurried back into the house. That gave me my chance. I opened the bag cover, pulled out his putter, closed the bag back up and put the putter behind the seat. He came out f the house with his wallet in his hand and said: "I probably won't need this since I expect t...
Introducing Sharon--Still Thursday I drove home that night with my mind going ninety miles an hour. I had this beautiful young girl who wanted me to teach her all about sex. She was starting from nothing . . . a clean slate for me to write on. I could probably turn her into anything I wanted, a sex slave, a loving wife, or a raging pervert if I wanted to....
It's damned hard to right a really short story. This tops out at over 2,200 words; I was trying to come in at the minimum and failed. I had also planned to make it just dialogue, but felt the need to tie up the loose ends at the end. Anal sex is predominant with a little twist and turn at the end. It's a little tongue in cheek as well as tongue in other plac...
This will be a multipart series that chronicles my descent into the cuckolding lifestyle with a girl named Melissa. Everything in these stories is absolutely true. These are my real life experiences covering my late teens and early twenties. Because these events took place over a two year period, rather than provide a strict narrative of events I will instea...
Once again this is not the story of my life. Just a tale of someone else's travails I've observed from the sidelines. A few details are changed for concealment and plausible deniability. Seems some did not like my last tale. Too bad. I'm not writing these for you. I'm writing for me. I've found an outlet for my anger, my rage, my betrayal. These tales are a...
"Damn," Jackson said. "You're way better at this game than I am." Erin giggled. They were in the pool hall in the student union, but she'd never told him that her friends' house had its own pool table. Not that she was great, but she did get a lot of practice. Callie and Tessa weren't as interested in the game, so she was Darin's partner most of the time....
The following story is fictional, and involves sex and prostitution. It also has interracial content some might object to. This story takes a little bit to get to the sex, but this is about a woman and her life, AND her sexual adventures. So I hope you enjoy it, if not skip ahead a bit :) If you do not enjoy erotic stories involving sexual material I sugges...
Note: This is a parody. Any resemblance to persons living or dead or fictional is really almost nonexistent. Captian's Log, Stardate 3947.8. Received new orders from Starfleet HQ. We're being sent to the Nether Regions to investigate the disappearance of the U.S.S. New Orleans. It will take us two days to get there at warp factor 9, but I'm keeping busy wi...
This is all an exercise. It really is. I want to confess but I am not sure what for. I have done nothing wrong and shouldn't be the one who feels such a need. But I do. It has become a compulsion. I am embarrassed at the things that I do and of my thoughts when I think of . . . it. Maybe if I simply tell the story, I could gain a measure of relief. They call...