This essay has been inspired by the 'male side of gender issue' thread on the Author's Hangout. It's in no way meant to be moralizing and, maybe, even not informative but it's there. Domestic Violence, Spousal Abuse. Ugly names huh? For hundreds of thousands of men and women around the world it's a reality. Abusers call it 'Love'; the abused, well sometime...
[I'm putting this on top this time: Hi, this is my very first attempt at writing a pornographic story and I'm not a native English speaker. Therefore, any and all feedback, positive or negative, would be highly and truly appreciated. Furthermore, I have had this story in my head for some time and plan on keeping it going for quite a while. Because of the e...
This story is the grey area between reality and imagination. Some of it happened; some, I wish had happened. This being my maiden attempt, it would take some time to reach the sexual content. Also, the category would shift as my story proceeds – it could be Loving Wife or Erotic Coupling. As of now, I begin my Romance! 'Beautiful!' I murmured, half-alou...
Diagnosis Murder 3 Behind the Façade Pelaam: May 2007. * Two men moved as one as they strove to give and receive pleasure. The bigger man was buried deep in the slighter, writhing blond. His thrusts were hard and deep, ensuring his mate's sweet spot was constantly stimulated. He smiled as small hands caressed his face, across his shoulders to his chest wh...
"The Way Home" Martin made his way to the study which was also where he did his daily domestic chores of over seeing the manor. Actually the decision making process had already been done it just needed his signature, but he reviewed some of the documents anyway trying to find something that would help him escape his relationship with this man. The Baron was...
"Honey. Have you seen the remote?" Amber asked. "I can't find it." "The remote is in dock two." Honey, the house's artificial intelligence responded. "Domestic Unit Number One malfunctioned again I regret to say. I have ordered a maintenance review for today." Amber looked as the dock for her ipod communicator. Sure enough there was the remote. "Honey. Tel...
You don't know who sent you the package. All you know is, when you awoke in the morning, there it was at your door. Upon bringing the plain brown paper parcel into your house and opening it, you find that it contains a collar and a note. The note reads as follows. Dear Sir, You have been selected by means we choose not to reveal to be the recipient of one pe...
On the second Friday of the month, we go to the Knightsbridge flat for a bit of relaxation. We have a bath in the master bedroom; if I give Nigella until 9pm, she'll be in the bath and soaping herself when I arrive. When I say in the bath I don't refer to mere ablutions; she'll be in the bath with hair and nails perfect, and in full makeup. She does this to...
For Maria, who was kind enough to express appreciation of my stories... Touching up her lipstick an attractive woman of 'a certain age' pouts at the mirror. As well she might, Judith is in trouble, again. She twirls around the bedroom, not out of vanity - well maybe just a bit - to check her appearance; Hmm, not bad. A Pilates-trim figure and good legs; h...
It was a weekday afternoon and Kenneth was working in the office when the door-bell rang. Jennifer, his wife, hurried out of the kitchen, brushing her fingers through her hair, to open the front door. It was a new job for Kenneth and a new home for both husband and wife in the dormitory town of New Chaldon. They were still making new friends and acquaintance...