The following is a work of fiction, a fantasy, and my fantasy. It my fantasy world such nasty things as S.T.D.'s no not exist. I do not profess to be a wordsmith but just a cock-loving woman expressing my dreams. You will forgive me if I conjugate a verb incorrectly. * Of course Brad and JC spread the word about the horny young professor they had bopped...
It was almost midnight when my husband's best friend, Josh, stumbled through the back door. I looked at the clock and shook my head. Why did he always stay out so late on a work night? No wonder it was so hard to wake him up in the morning. My good, sensible husband had gone to bed hours ago. I guess maybe I was glad Josh stayed up so late. The company was n...
He couldn't stop thinking about her body, her body that got him aroused when he was around her, the fabric of her tops (his favourite on her!) she wore without a bra that displayed the fantastic shape of her exquisite breasts, her dark nipples being highlighted under the sheer material, the fact they were often erect further heightening his arousal. The pla...
She walked as quickly as she could down the dark alley. Was she in the right place? This certainly didn't look familiar to her, but then she never frequented this side of town. All she had to go on were the hastily scrawled directions on the now tattered piece of paper in her hand that were dictated to her over the phone by a rather malevolent sounding voice...
*Part 3, long time in the making. Did feel like I needed to make up for the ending to Part 2, so hopefully this suffices. Have laid the groundwork for a continuation to this universe, so lemmie know if you'd want to see more! Enjoy* ***** The creature completely retreated from my body. All the vines and tentacles retracted. I fell over to the side. I coul...
I am awoken in the middle of the night, and again in the morning, by the familiar stimulation of my nipples and the pressure to express. I position the cups and let the pump do its work, suckling, drawing the milk from me, relieving the ache in my too-full breasts and stirring instead a different ache, the need to be touched, and more, to be driven to climax...
Libby sighed deeply as she surveyed her empty classroom. It had been a long academic year and she had had some tough groups to teach. Now it was all over, and she was eagerly anticipating the summer holidays. The warm sun peeked through the classroom blinds and Libby swung her feet up onto her desk. She reached up behind her and shook her long blonde hair f...
Although most of the stories here are fiction, as I begin this series of narratives, I'll openly admit that none of what you are going to learn about me is fiction. It is truth. It will perhaps give you some insight into the mental and physical workings of a very married mother of two. Ever since I can remember, I have always been "sexual" and attracted to...
To De-Valmont, whose prose is sublime poetry. For you...for reminding me the infinitely erotic power of words. Esto Perpetue... To the readers, those who have stuck with me through thick and slippery ;-) ...who have shared my erotic "wavelength", thank you...there is no story without you to share it with. To the merry band of misfits we call the Sex and Sp...
I slept the peaceful sleep of the justly exhausted, worn out from the long day of waiting tables, housework, laundry, commuting and personal service to those who required it of me. Curled up in my lonely bed, alone and alienated from people whom I encountered on a daily basis, I had finally been able to go to bed, and forget the pain of a busy life with very...