This is the tale of the first chick I saw on any regular basis who used a diaphragm for birth control, but it's really a story about another kind of control. Though I remember her in detail, I have racked my brain and am embarrassed to say that I cannot recall her name. It was the fall of 1982, and I was on what turned out to be one of my last dates with t...
Lisa Keller groaned, as much in shame and humiliation, as in budding pleasure as she thought about the chain of events that had brought her to this place of her incipient adultery. She had not wanted to go to this party, but her husband had insisted. They had only been married for six months, and they had moved into this country club neighborhood, into a hom...
This is the somewhat true story of Carol Mason's late teens and young adulthood. It is a prequel to the story "Fall Semester," which deals with Carol's sexual re-awakening later as an adult married woman. * Carol Mason thought of herself as a fairly average high school senior in the Fall of 1965. She was an athlete and swam competitively for her school, sp...
I had told my wife of my panty fetish long before our marriage. I explained that I was heterosexual, but had worn panties most of my life. They were exciting, daring, sexy, a small part of my life I could control. She asked me what my most extreme fantasy with my panties was and I quietly told her it was to be forced to show my panties in public. Not really...
My womb was crying out for another baby long before I recovered from giving birth for the first time, and I couldn't wait to experience all the wonderful sensations of pregnancy once again. I had popped out my darling boys a few short months before my 19th birthday, and my fascination with being pregnant had not let up for a heartbeat. My sex drive had not...
There I stood in hospital greens, video camera in hand, ready to tape the birth of our first child. The doctor, the head nurse, the rest of the delivery room crew moved around in their well-practiced ballet. Janet was breathing hard and moaning as the doctor was telling her to concentrate, to push, and the nurses were all cooing, "Everything is going to be o...
Marik laid on the empty bed starring up at the ceiling. He was thinking back four months ago to that trip to Miami when he last screwed Faith. Has it been that long? Nine months since they first met Hank? It was a rarity when Faith spent a night at home with Mark. Maybe that's why that weekend in Miami stood out vividly in his mind. He felt so close to her...
You've been trying your best not to let the woman sitting next to you on the plane affect you, but she's far too stunning to let that happen. From the moment her lush, round bottom rubbed up against you on the way to her window seat (her thank you in response to you politely standing up to let her go by sounding as sensual as silk) your blood has been on fir...
NO ORDINARY GAME, CH. 01 Amanda had always been a good girl. A work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years. This is a cuckold story about a husband who wants to share his wife with another man. *** CHAPTER ONE The sun had set and the western Colorado sky was a deep indigo. Already, the brightest stars were visible and soon the whole expanse...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...