My name is Wendy Wreckless. Of course, that is not my real name. My name is not important. In plan to write a series of erotic stories and it is a pen name I have chosen for myself. I am a 28-year-old, homemaker and I have been married for 6 years. I have a great marriage and a happy and fulfilling sex life. I would like to share with you the unique fetish t...
Note: This is the 12th installment in a long story about 5 couples that decide to make an adult film together and then have to deal with all of the issues that the project creates. There will be an accompanying story called "The Beach House" that is supposed to be the movie that these 5 couples create. The different sections of this story won't make much se...
She had come to his house alone for the party, knowing that although it was a small get together there would be enough people around to give her a distraction without needing a wing-woman for the night. Even though their relationship had only extended to friendship within the last few months, they had been acquaintances for years and she'd craved his body th...
We meet up at a restaurant. We are both with our friends. We decide to join parties, and do the typical introductions. I sit next to you and am in a very good mood and decide to test out this theory of mine about men in public places. Everyone is chatting, we order, and I place my hand on your upper thigh. You give me this odd look "like what the hell"....
This is a true story of seduction. Every girl loses her cherry, sometimes reluctantly, (at first) this is Julie's story. I will always remember Dennis who whispers love, rubs the right places, climbs the cherry tree, picks all the fruit and put it in his basket Juliebamagirl. Thanks to Dawn J. for your editing and support. ***** Julie is reading Cosmo a...
First I should tell you how all of this got started. One morning, my wife, Sarah, and I were driving down the road, south on Highway 1, not far from Monterey, when we got into this horrible argument. I got so mad I pulled the car over onto a dry dirt turn out, one that gave a view of the ocean. She was so mad—what were we arguing about, even?—something about...
I was an eighteen-year-old high school senior in the Spring of 1964. Like many boys my age, I had a major case of insecurity, especially around girls. I had heard all the guys' locker-room talk about what they had done with their girlfriends. All I had ever accomplished with a girl was get a quick kiss in the bushes when I was about eleven-years-old. I guess...
I love movies. Always have, always will. While my tastes have evolved with time, I've been drawn to eroticism in cinema ever since puberty. Of course, at first it meant watching Showtime or Cinemax at my friend's house late at night, sitting through bad acting for brief glimpses of bare, often silicone enhanced breasts. As I grew older I was able to rent Pla...
I sat down in a packed movie theatre about to view a picture I was really anticipating with my best friend on my right. I relaxed as I took a sip of my coke, a couple taking their seats next to me. A tall man sitting to my left and his girlfriend at his left. I glanced at his features through the corner of my eye. The light from the screen occasionally all...
One good thing about writing is if you make a mistake, all you have to do is hit Backspace to correct it. Real life isn't like that. If you make a mistake, it can cost you a friend. Real life doesn't have Backspace. It's your life. .....Live it the way you like and fuck who you want. The Board of Directors of our little theatre group was having its monthly...