A few days after my first misadventure with "individual sexual activity", I was still feeling that itch that I had gone without for so many years. How do men get any work done, with all that sex on their minds all day long? My time was just not my own, as my mind continually drifted from its scheduled activities (paying the bills, balancing the checkbook) to...
This is the third installment of my adventures with my mailman. I heard a loud bang, bang, bang at my door last Saturday morning. It was early, about 9 o'clock, and I seldom answer the door when I'm naked. But I've heard that particular bang, bang, bang before and I was pretty sure I knew who it was even before I got out of my computer chair to go look. Th...
I knew it was going to be an interesting night when our friends started a conversation about current good reads, and some s & m erotica came up. We were speaking of fantasy books, then supernatural stories, which of course led the way to Anne Rice, when it so happened someone mentioned her Sleeping Beauty trilogy. Of course, having read all three, it got me...
Several days later Callie was home alone and heard the doorbell ring. When she answered the door, she saw Tom, with three friends. Unceremoniously the four men entered her home and surrounded her in the front foyer. Callie was uncertain, but to make the situation less awkward Callie mentioned that Keith was expected to return home very soon. Hoping that sh...
It was a hot day in May and you could say I was in a very bad mood. It was nearly the end of the semester and my jack ass of a professor had called me in on a Sunday. I knew my grade in the class wasn't stellar thanks to me missing a couple labs, but with some extra credit I could have it up in no time. He had emailed me only an hour ago asking me to meet hi...
Artist Girl thought to herself, "This is the night I'm going to get ravaged". She put on her stockings, black boots, and corset under her slinky black dress. Her butt was protruding behind her and ready to be squeezed. She walked down the street away from her dorm and toward the apartments where the nude model lived. She first met him in figure drawing class...
He didn't even look up when the door opened. "Cleaning service," she uttered in an obviously fake French accent. Then he looked up and frowned, then looked confused. "I gave them the night off," she answered the question before he could ask it, "It's Friday, who wouldn't want an early weekend!" Before he could say anything else, she slipped off the long...
Special thanks to X_Christina_X for the editoring assistance. ************ Chapter 5 -- The Break Up The next day after the wedding, I had awakened up alone in the bed having a headache. There were sounds coming from the kitchen. First, my mind wasn't clear but then slowly, I remembered about the wedding reception, then Ian's arrival, then the story that...
Roberta was ready for a change in atmosphere; her life had quickly changed within a blink of an eye. She looked around the house deciding this is where she would start changing things. The living room had quickly succumbed to her witty skills as she stripped old wallpaper, replacing it with new vibrant colors. As the day wore on and the sun started to set...
...even with my growing hard-on, I tell you we have no time for that right now. Though I must admit when you give head it is something that is hard to resist. I get up and put my shorts back on and tell you to get ready. After about fifteen minutes you wander into the kitchen to eat breakfast, not much of a breakfast after it has sat a while, so you and I...