So, here she was. Could she really go through with this? There was no doubt in her mind she wanted it, but what about the consequences? Would it ruin important friendships? Would it change how she felt about herself? Her head was spinning with mixed emotions. But she did want it. And she was sure they did as well, that much she could see in their eyes. She k...
With the gentle buzzing of my phone, it suddenly hit me like a bucket of ice water just how incredibly bizarre, risky- CRAZY it was for me to have set things up this way. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves; butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach, and I didn't quite know what to do with my hands. I forced myself to remember why I had set up the ev...
If he had been asked, two weeks ago, the Librarian would have been shocked and offended at the intimation that he had anything in common with elves. He'd have bristled, wriggled his facial tentacles, and radiated a low level sense of offended, cattish disdain for the entire day. Librarian had been selected, after all, as the majordomo of Lord Winsom's estate...
Author's note: This turned more into a funny story about me talking with my friends about sex, than a super erotic story about sex. I still hope you'll find it entertaining, just know what it is before you start. ******* I woke up in new guy's bed. That wasn't unusual for me. I was kind of a blowjob slut in college. I like giving head. For me there is a po...
I lay in bed, I couldn’t sleep again. It was happening more and more often. I lay counting the bricks in the outer wall. The soft sounds of the brook were no longer enough to send me into a deep sleep. I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling. I knew what would help. I closed my eyes and pictured my lover. His jet black hair brushing against his cheek...
"Did you see Mackenzie's hair today? What the hell was that about?? She looked like she spent the night upside down in a garbage compactor!!!" For the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes, the bus fills with the kind of shrieking and howling laughter that only teenage girls can produce. Well, I say teenage, but however immature they may be acting,...
Me and my boyfriend was on our way back to the hotel room after having a dinner in the hotel restaurant. During the dinner I had taken of my shoe and massaged his groin with my foot, knowing that he liked having sex at public places. And so do I by the way. We were now in the elevator, kissing, and I had my hand down the front of his pants, caressing his c...
Part 2-2 Airtight on the marriage bed Having received and noted comments and feedback, I will be making some changes to the future episodes of this story. Hope readers will enjoy it more and continue to give feedback so I can make improvements to the way I tell the story. For this part, I've taken away most embellishments and expansions of the original stor...
In most cases, the pleasure you get from sex is proportional to the pleasure you give. So, if sex is not so good, look at yourself first. However, there was a woman in college I bedded who, despite my best efforts, defied that logic. I came to know her through a theater crowd but she kept appearing in other social groups, so I saw her quite often. I liked...
This story is a rendition of a dream I had some time ago. For some reason I keep returning my thoughts to it. The tale is frightening, and the dream was more than horrific. I do not make any claims toward the character of Mephisto, who he is, his origin, or even what the actual word means. I cannot explain why the word Mephisto comes to mind when I think of...