A few years back, I made friends with a bloke who used the same snooker club as me. We got talking one day, about different things and it came out about my photography and that I dabbled in most aspects. He said that his girlfriend was a bit of an exhibitionist, liked to be photographed and wanted to try out a lot of things. I said I'd meet up with her, chec...
I awake in a pool of moonlight at 3:34 a.m., my vivid dream rapidly evaporating. You are lying next to me, fast asleep, The sound of your breathing is deep and soothing, like the peace of this moment. Outside, crickets and other creatures of the night are filling the air with a steady din. I lie there for a few moments just gazing at your brown, shoulder-le...
Sunday afternoon. We've watched our usual Sunday morning programs, and then curled up on the loveseat to watch a movie or two. We napped and watched, and I got up to pour more mimosas and take a bathroom break, and you curl up even tighter on the loveseat. On my way back from the bathroom I make a quick stop to pick up a few things to bring with me back to t...
It was always beautiful at our cliff top retreat, the sun shone from dusk till dawn every day, we would go there on weekends and holidays, always our time, a special time to be together, going through thoughts in our mind, soul searching and finding one another. Like all days this one began with the early morning sun dancing across our naked bodies, the fin...
We had been invited to a Halloween party that a friend of mine from high school was having, and I wracked my brain to come up with a costume that was unique. The only real requirement the invitation said was that full masks were to be worn. Well original me all I came up with was the mask from the movie Scream. My wife decided on a costume of a French whore...
Hey, there. My name is Roselyn Xavier. I'm the best friend of a bisexual guy. And I'm in love with him. I first met Jason Des Moulin when we were both seniors at Zulu Academy, a historically Black private school in the city of Boston where the African-American elite of New England have been sending their sons and daughters for years. The school's student bod...
"I've got bad news," Justine said when she opened the door. "Certain activities are going to be off-limits tonight." "Activities?" Heath looked puzzled. "Ah, I get it. The red tide has come in, has it?" Justine rolled her eyes. "Men are so immature about this. I used to date a guy who called it my 'monthly alien.'" "There are worse things to call it." Hea...
This here is the story of Belle. A plain-faced, thick-bodied, wide-hipped, big-bottomed, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned plumper from a small Iowa town. Belle had never been what anyone considered pretty. All her life, she'd been the fat chick who never gets to have any fun. The chubby loner. The lonely plumper. And many other fun euphemisms. On...
G'day, This is only my second attempt at an Anal story although many of my other efforts in other categories have featured some backdoor action. It's only short and would be better described as a scene rather than a full blown story. I'm sure I read somewhere that "writing is ten percent inspiration and ninety percent perspiration." For me, an amateur scr...
Janice had her toy boy and she was one happy woman. Her childhood friend Fran had introduced her to Jimmy. It was Fran who persuaded Janice to put all her inhibitions aside. Janice dearly loved Henry who was long gone, having died five years before with the big C." "But you are only fifty and still have a life before you" Fran said. "Look at me I am the sa...