"My husband is a fucking asshole. Stop pulling your peckers ladies and turn me into a cum dumpster!" That declaration came from an extremely pissed off woman. Her appearance jumpstarted an evening of pure hedonism for all of us at the First Avenue Adult Emporium. I've had my share of memorable experiences in my friend's adult book store, but nothing like w...
Chapter Twelve: Lilith's cove After they'd stumbled around to get dressed, they both noticed the change in atmosphere. There was more of a relaxed state instead of the tension filled one they'd shared a few hours ago. Going over to the door, Stefan was the first to open it. "Hello, Enapay." He stated to the Shaman from the other end. "Hello, Mr. Gregoire...
I had a close friend, well lets call him Raju. Both of us had crossed 18 years and were of thin build and medium height (he was slightly taller than me). He was a very fair and handsome boy. We were living in a small town of western U.P. We were quite close and used to visit each other's house quite frequently. Both of us were jolly, witty and very very naug...
"Him?" she cried and crossed her arms as she scowled angrily. "It's impossible." The two office clerks looked out of their office canteen window at a young man, leaning against the bridge and watching the railway junction intently. "He's a train-spotter; he's scared of girls," she added, her abrasive tone of voice not hiding her obvious annoyance at the sugg...
This account of some of the events in my life was written as requested by the love of my life, my soul mate, my sister Abby. Here it is 1972 and I am living in Mobile, Alabama. Not sure how I ended up here but it seemed like a nice place to settle after drifting for a few months. I am enrolled in college and have made a few friends. With my injuries and sc...
I pace around my room along the narrow path twisting between the dirty laundry, used dishes, pizza boxes, and stacks of porn. I'm wearing my best clothes, a pair of clean black jeans and the only shirt I own that has buttons. I have an interview today and if I don't get the job I'll be living under a bridge by this time next week. I reconsider my underwear s...
I spotted her the moment I walked in. She told me online what she would be wearing, and what she looked like. Soft beige blouse, tan slacks, shoulder length dark hair, no one else even came close. I saw her eyes meet mine in the mirror behind the bar, a soft smile crossed her lips. Certainly pretty, no doubt about that. She looked to be the 35 years of ag...
I was one of several people invited to a private poker game. Not an average poker-night-with-the-boys kind of game. No; an exclusive high stakes game, played on the estate of one on my good friends. Guests arrived in formal evening wear. Our host's home was stately and beautiful. Servers and staff were precisely guided by one of the best butlers in the busin...
Thus far. I am a plump forty six year old, until recently, sexually frustrated, woman. Recently I seduced a truly gorgeous new lover who's only in his mid twenties, a genuine toy-boy. I'm in his lounge, kneeling on a chair with my legs spread wide and my bum pushed high in the air, dressed as a schoolgirl. I'm desperately randy and he's about to remove the h...
Ears, blind as a bat was in his mid-twenties, and though Smith, stone deaf, was pushing into his fifties should have looked old enough to be his father, the difference in their ages wasn’t apparent primarily because Smith was remarkably lean and agile for his age. Smith did not believe in trying to look young. He had this tendency of not putting on weight d...