This is another story from my former username "newfavorite," I only added minor tweaks to this story, I corrected some grammar and spelling. There is not much sex in this one and it is shorter than my normal story. *** The job market wasn't doing so hot in Megan's hometown. She had gone to college upstate to become an HR professional, but after weeks of j...
Writers Note: After publishing Changing Marriage Ch. 1 I received so many nice comments from some of the readers that I wanted to thank all of you for taking the time to write. Many of you expressed a desire to read more of Julia and James (The Therapist) and that is what motivated me to write Chapter 6. I hope you enjoy it! * That Sunday evening at home...
Lisa lay on the soft, goose down comforter listening to the sound of her own deep breathing. As her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the middle finger of her right hand toyed with her thick, rubbery labia, occasionally slipping upward to nudge her still sensitive clitoris, or slip downward over her still tingling entrance. Evidence of her latest tryst...
Another long cross country flight stuck between an obnoxiously overperfumed elderly woman and a goth teen whose music, screaming out of his headphones, ripping into his brain, could be heard over the hum of the 737 engines. At least I'm over the engine and short lived if we crash, she thought. Maddie was on her way to the west coast for another manufacturing...
It was the late 70s. I was in college and not old enough to drink legally, but looked old enough so that my ID was rarely checked. I worked as a cook in a steak house and my asshole manager, Newman, stalked into the kitchen after closing time and barked "There is some cunt asking about you in the bar. The only reason I didn't throw her out is because she is...
Somebody thought that the phrase WAM on my member page referred to the 80's pop group. I thought I needed to correct this misapprehension. Here's the first part of a story on that very subject...there are further episodes awaiting, if anyone's interested... Looking back, I think it was a mistake to tell Erin about my private fantasy. We had been going out...
"Oh, Caleb, you are a fast learner," she panted, pushing his hand away from her crotch and extracting his finger from her dripping slot. "What, what's wrong? What did I do?" he cried in dismay. He didn't know exactly where all the kissing and fingering was leading, but he could almost hear the crashing cataract of his Niagara, and he desperately wanted to s...
With the snakish grin of a man completely unburdened by his sins, Kevin Ralston calmly walked out of the seedy Western Pennsylvania motel room that he had just spent the day. A gruff and stony hint of satisfaction shimmered in his heartless blue eyes as he descended the rusty stairs and walked through the late afternoon dusk towards his car, hidden around th...
I got asked if Mary was my first love and I have to say my first true love yes. The first one I felt love for or the first one I had sex with no. I had a few girl friends in high school and with two I felt genuine emotional attachment. We even got to do some experimenting but never all the way. That didn't happen until the summer after I graduated more than...
On the surface, Judith was a plain girl. She wore wire-framed spectacles that were more obviously functional than decorative, a blouse and knee-length skirt that hid rather than flaunted her beauty, and her hair was pulled back in severe plaits that robbed it of any hint of flirtatious pride. But underneath, although nobody knew it, was hidden Superslut. Li...