Authors note: I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it! Many orgasms were spent producing the various parts of the tale. I sincerely hopy you can't get through it without taking matters into your own hands! Good or bad, please vote. Feedback, either anonymous or not is, as always, very appreciated. Everyone who appears in the story i...
She picks him as the subject of her article on deviant sexual behavior. But he has other ideas. This is their mental battle that leads to her inevitable submission. Charles swept into the club at about 9 in the evening one Friday evening. It was a private club that a friend had recommended. He had never been there before but seemed quite at ease. The club w...
One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
**This article is for internal use only. Not for release outside the Institute, except as required by law.** My Interview with the Professor by Stephanie Weingarten The first notes I have are from my walk-in to her Fabrics and Materials class. My visitor's tag was waiting, and I was soon wandering the elegant but functional halls. As befit (I have to avo...
Author's preamble: I puzzled over the category to select but decided that the often brutal images in several scenes required the BDSM tag. For those who do not like surprises sprung upon them, I should add further tags: Lesbian sex, 'straight' sex, anal, oral, fisting, anal fisting, menstruation, pissing, piercing and a passing mention of gay sex (but don't...
Pulling up to Emma's house I waited in the Astra and put some music on. It was one of the cleaner streets I had been on. There were trees where I had parked, saplings held with stakes in the earth, one every forty metres on both pavements. The bins had been put out for tomorrow. I saw a fluttering of curtains in the window of Emma's house and recognised th...
Note: I submitted this story for the April Fools Contest but failed due to haste to re-read and edit it properly. I learned a valuable lesson. I received quite a few encouraging comments and critiques, and a few not so productive. I have edited and corrected the things that were pointed out and also some glaring errors in consistency and spelling I found alo...
Innocence The sun, its warmth, the sound of ocean waves, the sand and the breeze all let me know I was nowhere near home. As I laid out in the heat and let my skin feel alive once again, I kept my eyes closed and thought about how much I needed this vacation. It was overdue and I mentally made a note not to let it happen again. I had let myself get so deep...
Pam Pam didn't start to have a mid-life crisis until she was in her early forties. She divorced her first husband after learning of his affair with his secretary. She didn't meet her second husband, Arthur, until her thirty-fifth birthday, almost fifteen years later. She was looking at birthday cards at a local card store, wondering which ones she might re...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; there are numerous mistakes. Expect to find many of them. Chapter 1—because it feels good. Kaileen Withers knelt on the man's bed; shoulders pre...