Can you screw a dream? Can you lock it tightly inside your mind and hide it away in the secret creases of your soul? Does the dream call blindly when you aren't watching or listening and points its shaky finger at you, taunting, teasing you into weakness? Dreams are illusions that trick you and whisper to you until your blood boils wickedly, and you can tast...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
Well, I got a couple of great responses from my first story, so I thought I might try it again. It's weird, but it hasn't been since I started writing that first story about a recently deceased friend of mine who had taught me oral-sex skills that I've really looked back at my sexual history. I always assumed I was just like one of millions of girls nowadays...
Salutations, dear reader. My name is Gertrude Finkelstein and I am a woman with a rather important story to share with you. I was born in the City of Woodward, Oklahoma, in 1977, to a Jewish American family of German and Polish descent. In the summer of 1995 I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, to study at Northeastern University. I earned a Master's degree in...
I had just returned to my office after lunch, had barely set my purchases on my desk when I heard the door knob jiggle and a gentle knock on the locked door. Thinking it was the tenant upstairs wanting to use the fax machine again, I unlocked and opened the door to find my Sir slipping inside the room. I had just seen him the day before yesterday. I had hope...
I am not an advocate of political correctness. Never have understood how a group of people called the "baby boomers" could have even come up with the idea of labeling everyone with there own personal non-gender specific, we can't offend anyone, not even the little grubs that eat the shit out of my grass, psycho-name, call it a disease and send little Johnny...
You bask in your shower, naked. Letting the water wash your troubles away. The pounding water beating on your soft white skin. Lathering yourself well, anticipating of what's to cum, thinking of memories past. You hear a commotion just outside, things being set & shuffled, but you pay no attention. You feel the door open, a breeze catches underneath the show...
Just a short account of our long weekend in our capital city. We travelled down on the Friday night and booked in at a small hotel in the outskirts of the city until the Monday. Saturday we spent sightseeing, having a good look around the sex area. We went in to several adult bookstores and sex shops where I bought several items including erotic underwear,...
Pepper returned to the room and sat on her new bed as she unpacked her things; Marie helped her stow things in a wardrobe and chest of draws allocated to her. The blonde smirked at the new girl as she blew on the brunettes nails she'd just completed; she would enjoy painting Pepper's nails. Pepper bounced softly on the large double bed; the plug felt so nice...
It wasn't hard to imagine my wife Jan sucking on a guy's cock. Hell, she had sucked off numerous guys before I met her so she surely had the experience. But this time it was different. This was after we were married. This was after she swore off blowing guys other than me, her loving husband. Yet there she was, on her knees, sucking on the rock hard cock...