Whenever I read, I keep a pencil handy and I underline words that I don’t know and dog ear the page so that I can go back and look them up in the dictionary. I have always been interested in etymology and even took Latin for three years. I hope that these words can help all of us in our writings. Be sure to check out your dictionary for additional usages of...
Ten sets of lingerie later, with Scott pitching a tent in his pants the whole time, we finally relinquished our grip on him and left the store together, Missy and I with two new sets of underwear each. One set was in the bags in our arms, the other was underneath our clothes. We paid for all of them, of course—I'd worked too many summers in retail to ever ev...
Things around the office had been strange lately, as his partner was heading back home to resume his consulting business. The activity level had increased beyond reasonable, and looked like it would continue for some time. His free time was minimal, as was his opportunity to plan the next stage of his seduction of her. He spent some time looking for dildos,...
This story is suitable only for 18+ who are not upset by adult themes of sex, bondage and BDSM. If you are, please read something else. This is a fictitious story about fictitious people, fictitious places and fictitious activities. It is not intended as a lifestyle suggestion nor a sexual manual. All the fictitious people in this story are adults of 18+ (I...
I've had always had something of an exhibitionistic streak. Not the blatant sort exhibitionism, whereas one typically enacts something of a porn scene for various audiences and usually afterwards engages in various additional sexual activities with said audiences, or even the sort that often compelled one to perform strip teases and such. For lack of a bette...
Matt avoided Lilly all week. If he saw her nearby, he'd clear out. He wasn't sure what to do about this. On one hand, she was hot. On the other, she took great delight in torturing him. On the other hand, she was hot. On the other hand, it was creepy touching Henry's penis. On the other hand, she was hot and she jerked him off. On the other hand, she didn't...
Lori snores. It hardly defines my wife as a person. It neither limits my affection for her nor makes her less of a loving, warm person. It’s not the loud, sawing racket that one would attribute to a man’s snore. It’s more a demure, rhythmic breathing that I’ve grown accustomed to as being a part of my home life. Except that lately I lay in bed at night hard...
You open your door to me stepping on to your porch, almost exactly as I did last time. Kickstart in hand, red t-shirt and sweats, duffel bag slung over my shoulder. I grin and give you a hug, slip off my shoes, and turn around. This is my time. "No beating around the bush this time. Your bedroom, please." I don't say it rudely or demandingly, just matter-...
//Hey, das ist meine erste Geschichte hier. Ich freue mich über euer ehrliches Feedback, Tipps und Hinweise von eurer Seite aus. Ihr könnt gerne eigene Kapitel hinzufügen wenn ihr Ideen habt. Ihr könnt mir auch gerne eure Wünsche schreiben, dass ich sie in die Geschichte mit einbauen kann. Natürlich ist das alles nur eine Geschichte und erscheint manchmal et...
I pick you up from your house, you open the door looking absolutely stunning in the sexiest dress I've ever seen, it's hugging your body so tightly and in all the right places, if that wasn't enough your face is slowly stopping my heart with your beautiful eyes looking into mine accompanied by a smile that makes the nighttime seem like day. You ask me where...