"That was so fun tonight you guys," Kristen said. That's my girlfriend. "SO fun," said Abby. That was her best friend. They were both hammered after a night out, and now back at the apartment they shared together, I cleaned up beer bottles and put away the liquor as the girls drunkenly hugged each other, snacking on pretzels, and hummed a tune from some po...
From the front deck of the party ship, Donna looks across the East River toward the Pepsi Cola sign, imagining Ian's hands. The last time he had held her as he should was in a club with no name where the DJ always dressed in shades of red. Her face had been buried in Ian's chest, the point of his chin on the top of her head and his thick fingers kneading her...
The name is Stella Clayton-Qasim and I'm a thirty three-year-old Black woman living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, delightfully curvy, big-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I used to play for the Women's Rugby Club at my old university. These days, I work as a clerk/legal secretary for a law firm in downtown Det...
It's been about six months since my husband Rick last told our story. Life has been great since then. After a lot of initial spending we started investing and getting involved in some business opportunities and now we're worth about five times what we won. Kenny is still working for us (THANK GOD!!!) and Rick hired a beautiful Chinese girl by the name of Lil...
**** This is my first story, any input would be greatly appreciated.**** "Listen, Marty, I really don't know." She said to one of her good friends. Although she trusted his judgment, she just wasn't sure. She had hoped this dinner party would just be a good chance to relax, and now, with Marty wanting to invite some unknown guy, it looked like it might beco...
((This is my first attempt at erotica. I hope you enjoy the story.)) The club was full of smoke. Most clubs of this kind are; strobes and smoke do funny things to lighting, and seeing as this was a rave club where everyone played with various lighted toys in order to cause the rush of sensation most X-heads knew as "blowing up", that made sense. But me, I...
This is a true story – every bit of it. I would like to dedicate it to the two men who shared that fantastic night with me but who never knew quite what it meant to me. * He'd been planning it for weeks. Now it was going to happen. The business to the North had provided the opportunity and he had everything with him. In the boot of his car was the small b...
As we headed downtown, I commented, "I checked around. I couldn't find anything out on this Consenting place. Are you sure you have the name right?" Brian grinned and said, "It's a very private place. I got the name from someone who knows someone. I can get us into the back room. It's supposed to be completely debauched." My husband had managed to talk me...
"Jessica, get out here, now! We are so hard," He barks out in their thick Russian accents and I shudder and try to ignore him. Instead I look into the mirror and apply pink lipstick, I am trying to stay focus, but I can't help but wonder, how did I end up here? He screams again "Come on Jessica, be a good girl, I know you want it." A good girl, he says? Well...
We had been married about three years. Although the sex between us was still really great, we were both starting to miss the adventure of new lovers. Both Sheila and I had been married before, and divorced. Her ex had was an alcoholic and sometimes abusive. My ex had married me for my money, but her permanently hot pants had been her downfall. While I was be...