After discovering my ex-wife with my former boss and experiencing a renewed sexual attraction after learning she had been cheating with him and others over our twenty years of marriage, I began exploring what led to my desire to see her taken and used by other men. I had urged her to take other lovers, but she always rejected my suggestions as fantasy. Oh, s...
Taroudannt Phillippa flicked the ash at the end of her cigarette onto the dusty earth outside the window. She watched it fall from where she sat on the passenger seat of the rented four-wheel drive and contemplated its dispersal in the slight breeze. She inhaled another centimetre of cigarette and reluctantly tossed the butt onto the earth where it smoulde...
"Shit!" said Simon, as a thin trail of semen slithered through the red hair of his freckled thighs. "We've just been making love. Fucking, even. Is this really the time to be speculating about Virginia Falls?" "That is why we're here!" said Lisa. "To see Virginia Falls. If it wasn't for the International Dot Com Convention we'd never have travelled from Bas...
Author's note: I had such a good response from my first true story I thought I would write one more. The theme, once again, is about my experiences with a black woman. I would encourage you to read my other story, My First Black Woman to get a feel of who I am and what my interests are. As I stated in my first submission, I am not a professional writer and I...
She turned over and smacked the buzzing alarm clock then fell back on her bed. She was still exhausted but she had to get up for school. She was studying to be a cop and if anyone found out why she was so tired, she would probably be thrown out of the course. She threw back the covers fully intending to get up, but as she looked down at her bruised and dirty...
JENNY MYLOW As a member of a college student choir I'd volunteered for a carolling gig for disadvantaged kids with the rest of the team. A corporate sponsor had provided us with gold pixie costumes to double as Santa's helpers for the marshalling of the little ones for the distribution of gifts. Members of a male choir with which we sometimes shared a p...
I had moved away from home to go to college at 18. I had been cross dressing secretly for a few years. I would sneak into my mom's closet and "borrow," her clothes. I had my own apartment my parents were helping to pay for. I also had a part time job and was able to buy a few feminine clothes for me to wear. I loved the feeling of wearing women's clothes but...
I wasn't the only man in our aerobics class that summer, but I was the youngest. The other two guys were married businessmen, trying to get back in shape after many years of neglecting their bodies. Nice guys I'm sure, just overweight and soft. As for me, I'm in quite good shape, but in order to sharpen my definition and keep my heart in condition, I dec...
Bookstores were a place of refuge to Andy, a place where the cares of the world dissolved, and all that was left was the musty, yet pleasant, smell of books. He liked used bookstores the best since the smell was stronger in them. The feel of old paper on his fingers as he paged through them, the excitement at finding something he'd been looking for for years...
Guess I shouldn't have been surprised it would come to this. Jack always insisted he was getting better, but sure enough, he was up to his old tricks: Stealing shit to fund his 'kicked' dope habit. Now I'm sitting on my front porch as Detective Pindick goes through my shit. He probably thinks I'm in on it. I'm sure to him that anyone with tattoos and a mohaw...