As read by WickedVoyce ***Please note: Unlike many of the other audio stories on this site, the audio is the second half of the story that begins in the text.*** "The Hell have I gotten myself into?" Sam muttered to no one but himself. How he, a shy, mid-thirties white-collar exec, found himself striping naked in the tiny back room of an art classroom was...
Note: This is the end of the story Slick. You really need to read parts 1 and 2 before this. Also, it tends to jump around from place to place and timeline to timeline between chapters. I don't tell you and leave it for you to figure it out. Enjoy! I hope. ***** Chapter 10 Jude was hung over severely the next day and had little memory of the night's even...
Ed grew up in a quiet cul de sac in a nice neighbourhood, nothing bad had ever really happened to him until he was 8 when his dad died in an accident. Life could have taken many turns but his mom, Holly, was a strong woman who avoided despair and instead concentrated on raising her son as best she could as a widowed mother. Her husband's life insurance had p...
I have been super sore lately from working out, so last Saturday I decided to try a Yoga studio I had never been to before. I was sort of sick of my usual, the teachers were all bland and boring. I decided last minute so I grabbed a random pair of yoga pants, threw them on and ran out the door. I walk in and notice there is literally nobody there. Thats no...
Author's note: Like most good stories there is true behind this one. This isn't 100% but many parts are. I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to hear the rest! This is a story about a young couple that moved down the street from my wife Mary, and me about 6 years ago. We live in a suburb that is borderline rural. Each neighbor is at least 100-200 ya...
Author's note: "Sharing My Wife Amanda" has been near and dear to my heart. Thank you SO much for investing your time in this series and, ultimately, in my wife whom these stories have been based on and dedicated to. Special shout-outs to TR and William for your friendship and inspiration, to Mace for being such an avid/rabid fan, and, lastly, to Goddes...
This is a story about my Junior year at college. I was a psychology major; a studious 22 year old compared to most of my peers. I usually spent my Friday nights up late at the library working on my latest research project rather than parting all night with all the beautiful young coeds. Secretly tho ,I often fantasized about long salacious nights of sweaty d...
James left his house at 6:00 am for his daily run, but he had been up since 4:00, and this was Sunday - his supposed day off. His mind was as clear as the cloudless April sky. Morning prayers, a bowl of oatmeal, meditation and yoga, all before a run around the duck pond at the local park. This had been his routine, more or less, for the past five years and...
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
Freshman year of college was over and I was so happy to be back home to see my family and sister. College was fun and I made so many friends but it was nice for everything to finally end and now I can relax. I realized that I needed to save up money for next year of college so I started looking for jobs and conveniently found one at a gym pretty close to my...