The strip club was situated in a very rough part of town, and I felt a little nervous as we queued up to get in. There were two big shaven-headed bouncers on the door, and they both grinned when my sister told them about my kissing quest. "It's her wedding day tomorrow, and she has to kiss a hundred men tonight." Both men leered at me, and the bigger of t...
"Is the baby down yet." I heard her sigh, then say, "Yah, he was very tired." "Good. Now you can relax." "Oh, I already started. I've almost finished my second glass of wine." She doesn't drink very often, and I knew that after a second glass of wine she'd be pretty tipsy, and probably a little horny, so I asked, "What are you going to wear to bed, Beau...
James Carter was fucking his beautiful blonde wife, Victoria, from behind. She was on all fours, taking it doggie style. It was Sunday evening and they were making love in their bedroom. On their dresser, at the end of their bed, was a flat screen LCD TV. It was directly in front of them as they fucked and they were, for the umpteenth time that weekend, watc...
This essay is meant to be a little satirical and politically incorrect. There have been essays on how to recognize men who are abusive and such, which I applaud. However, I want to help my own sex to notice a particular type of dangerous woman: the selfish whore which refuses to call herself such, also known as the gold-digger. Gold-diggers are also often th...
Before I get into the story, let me give you a little bit of background information... During my first year of college at UNC I played it pretty much by the rules of polite society. I abstained from personal misconduct, mainly sexual promiscuity, and concentrated on my studies. I also worked on meeting people since I had always been a little shy in high sch...
I thought the story would be better told by my wife Karen, with me as her editor, so this story is from her point of view. Ever since I discovered a fondness for exhibitionism, my husband Mark has been encouraging me to show off my body and we've had plenty of crazy times together as a result; with other people sometimes getting involved. We've often playe...
I sat with my feet up, flipping through random television channels as I repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall. Although I fully trusted my fiancé, I knew how crazy bachelorette parties could get. Even so, it wasn't Lacey's behaviour that I was concerned about. I was far more worried about how my friend Jenna was fitting in with my girlfriend and her co...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Master...
"Ding!" my phone sounded. Text message. I picked my phone up from the kitchen table and opened the message. I sat still staring at it for a few seconds. "Everything ok?" Beth asked setting her coffee cup down next to the plate with her bagel. "It's Tommy," I replied after a moment. "Remember Tommy?" I was sure she did. I turned my phone around so that she...
Ever since Nancy appeared earlier at the top of the stairs back home, Sam had simply been dying to have his way with her! He wanted her right then and there, from the moment she presented her new babed-up appearance to him for the first time, and after that he had been desperately wanting to take her home and make love to her. But he had been forced to beha...