I walked down the hill on the west side Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown, crossing the C and O canal, and stopped outside the window of a small women's boutique. The window displays indicated a variety of fine clothing and accessory items, immaculately arranged and appointed, so I entered. A small bell attached to the door jingled, announcing a visitor. As t...
Their first time, when Chandler wanted to go down on Sandra, she'd objected, said she was "ugly down there." "I know that's something men do to please women," she said, her clipped, mysterious accent, "But you don't have to do that, really." And it was part of the game she was playing, or so Chandler assumed. So he turned out the light, none of her alleg...
I was late arriving at Chicago O'Hare, having left Canada late on an airline that always ended up at the bottom of customer satisfaction surveys. I usually avoided flying this outfit but the fare on the weekend was so cheap that I convinced my company to spend the savings on a hotel for the weekend. This suited me since I always hate rushing to a conference...
The Cinema & Loving Kasandra Jackson EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -At the encouragement of a very special reader named Jemma, I've written another story about Kasandra Jackson and me. These stories hold a special place in my heart. They are all true and represent one of the few times in my life that I lived out my fantasies with someone. I actual...
Betty, my petite little blonde haired wife, and I had been married for nearly ten years, since she was 18 and had just graduated high school. Neither of us were very experienced when we wed and it took us a long time to really start feeling comfortable with ourselves and each other. But eventually all of the newness wore off and things were definitely fallin...
About 2 years ago, my wife Marci and I were watching a movie about a Black guy who was having an affair with a white married woman. It was a great show and I told Marci that most all of my sexual fantasies involved her and numerous well-hung Black men. To say the least, she was not too impressed. She wasn't mad but she let me know that pigs would fly before...
Leonard Redux, or The Return of Beth Taylor There it stood. Proud. A testament to his manhood, and to Beth?s talents. A thick, glistening shaft of black manhood. Ten inches tall, easily two inches across and ramrod straight, pointing to the ceiling. It was circumcised and beautiful? such an amazing cock that even the man secretly watching the scene develop...
In my story, "Midsummer Fest, Ch.2" there are several references to a 'failed colony' on the planet Sylvan. It was called a debacle and almost killed Project Lifeboat, the interstellar colonization program. This was written to explain just what really happened out there. "The defendant will rise and face the bench!" Ariel stood, her eyes still red fro...
Thanks to jo for an amazing editing job. The elderly gentleman stood behind the SUV peering around the corner while trying his best to be invisible. He blended fairly well into the surroundings because the mixture of shadow and light made it impossible to see him, unless he moved or you were looking directly at him. The parking lot behind Chubby's was a d...
Note- The following is copyrighted. Legal notice appears at the end of the story. * A winter's day, "in a deep and dark December". Sally Thatcher shivered violently as she stepped out of the house she and Valerie Burbon had shared for five years. Sally wore the down-filled neck-to-ankle coat Valerie had given her, but no shoes and no other clothing. Master...