This is a farce. There are probably holes all over the place but it was just a bit of fun. I hope you enjoy it. As always, constructive criticism is welcome. To Take Control "Uh, my dick is dry," said the young man sitting down at a desk with the gun pointing at him. The man standing with the gun raised his eyebrows in anger and shook his gun in thre...
"I think you would really enjoy a, "Lap Dance." "I think I'd wrinkle your suit." "No, you misunderstand. I want YOU to get a lap dance." Looking at him, not quite sure of his intentions. "Would they let me?" "I promise they will." "I..., I don't know...?" "Well..., if you agree, I'll give you $500 and you can do with it as you please." "You'll give me...
--This collection truly fits 'Loving Wives.' Lynn has never emasculated me and enjoys my submissive side as it compliments her desire to be in control. Neither one of us started out this way. This is a collection of stories, covering almost a decade, of how we grew from uptight/repressed people to where we are now, comfortable with who we are. Jealousies hav...
This story is based on people, places and events, mostly from my life. Most of the things in this story, or something very similar, have happened -- or been done -- to me. It's not necessary, but I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, and criticism; it helps me to improve my writing, and e...
Karin made the short walk from her flat to the train station and waited on the concourse as arranged. 8am was early for her to be up, but this was easy money. As a student she needed all the money she could get and easy money was her favourite kind. She stood at the agreed place, her feet fidgeting in her old tan boots, trying to stay warm. The cold winter...
Chapter 02: Labor Day Picnic Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, ha...
Chapter 3. Gerry. (June 1993) While having a sandwich in the park before setting out on the journey home, I became aware of an oldish guy eyeing me up from an opposite bench. He pretended to be reading a newspaper but spent more time ogling my legs! He hadn't made a move by the time I'd finished my sandwich though, so standing up and smoothing crumbs from...
I need to describe my wife Sally to help this little tale make sense. Sally isn't one of those raving beauties we read about here, she wasn't blessed (or cursed if you will) with huge "38DD's". Sally is 5'6", she barely makes 115#, the right description for her bust is "ain't any". She does have a set of nipples that I could use to nail two boards together...
It only took a moment for entire lifetimes to flash before his eyes. Here he was, sitting at the hotel bar, mindlessly stirring his drink. There she was, just coming through the lobby doors with her friends, dressed for a night on the town. Their eyes met. In that moment, that fraction of a second, he is no longer himself. Or, more accurately, he is no lon...
Several years ago, while I was in Memphis on a business trip, I decided to visit an adult theater after reading about incidents in an alternative newspaper. Decked out in khaki cargo shorts, loafers and a polo shirt, I left my hotel in the general direction of the airport. I found the address of the adult bookstore/theater and parked the rental car near the...