Cole, or Fucking an Experienced Virgin I may have been a thirty-something over-padded divorced mother of two, but with Cole I could be 15 again. It was a well-plotted game we devised and brought out every so often, not TOO often, during the year I reigned supreme queen of his delusional little world. He had to get higher than a kite on meth to do it. Conver...
My name is Sandra Nelson and I've had a long and wonderful married life for the past 28 years. I am 51 years old, blonde curly hair and a little overweight but still attractive for my age. My husband has a very lucrative job and unfortunately, for the past six months, has been traveling for business more and sometimes twice a month. The separation has seemed...
Nap after school today. I dreamt like this: I'm at Lizzie's house. She's sitting there in her stupid little chair in the living room and she's just annoying me. Just babbling on about any such shit and it's really on my nerves, and not because she's an annoying person. She is, of course, believe you fucking me, but it's because I can see myself in her. I ke...
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Kerri thought as she walked into the small waiting room of her gynecologist's office. "Am I crazy?" The thought made her smirk as she closed the door behind her, removed her black leather winter coat and hung it up on the rack with all the other ladies' coats. And then her mind inevitably went to Him. She found herself reme...
The gynecologist office was private building and many people who pass it by do not even half the time know they are passing a medical building. There is good reason though this gynecology office is not screaming gynecology centre, for it is for the stars of Hollywood and other VIP's. Their garage is connected towards the back of the building where a lot peop...
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~~~~~~~ "You know, I hadn't planned to watch the eclipse tonight. I had hoped to sit by my fireplace, enjoying the silence, sipping on a nice cabernet. I would be reading some Asimov too. I've been on a bit of a science fiction tilt lately. Don't know why. Been reading Clarke an...
Years ago there were several locations in this region of Illinois that had fire towers that you could climb and usually get an excellent view of the surrounding area. One tower in particular my wife and a good male friend would go to talk and do 'other things'. Usually the 'other things' would be him screwing her on top of the tower. One day while telling...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following account is fictitious and the author of this story has no relation, sexual or otherwise (although the author certainly wishes for it) with Sydney Seriota or any of the subjects of this story. ***** It was late at night, easily after midnight as the concert wrapped up. The masses were pouring out of the theater, the massive sme...
When I awoke the next morning, I was once again facing toward her. The sun was up and sunlight coming through the sheer curtains gave the room a pale cream tint. Astrid was facing me and once again I marveled at her beauty. My thoughts went back to the previous night and the breakthrough I thought we achieved. I had challenged her about her ongoing conflic...
Authors note: This is the first of a series of stories based on events during the 1970's. Though these stories can not be properly called historical, nor can they be called fiction. Rather they are distilled memories of my life and the life of friends and family during those heady days between the sexual revolution and the backlash of the 80's. So they fall...