On Monday mornings, nothing too eventful usually happens to me. I get up, take a shower, get dressed, and walk or bike to my 9:00 political science class. No one usually call me on the phone. When I hear the phone ring last Monday at 7:45 I figured it must be the wrong number. I considered not answering it, but then during the fifth ring decided to pick it u...
Hi all, We've been married for three years and thought it would be fun to set up a couples account. We're both in our late 20's from the UK and for the purpose of our stories (to remain incognito) we're Kate and Will. Will here: When in high school, I was assigned a pen pal to correspond with. As the Internet hadn't quite taken off yet, pen pals were stil...
Slipping into the hotel spa, we shared a few glasses of delicious fine champagne, enjoying the gentle relaxing bubbles from the water and the wine. I felt her hand slide gently across my thigh, sliding up my leg, her fingers slipping into the elastic of my waistband, she dragged my shorts down, pulling them all the way off and tossing them aside, next to the...
For Russell Keane, it would all come down to this moment. Today was the last scene to be filmed for his revisionist Western, "The Noble Hearts," a film that would either elevate his career or destroy it. For the past decade, the Melbourne native had made a name for himself directing high-grossing, if lowbrow, horror films, but after hit after hit, he grew t...
February 23, 1987 Ric Reynolds was still not used to the concept of a humid February, but he smiled as he listened to his agent complain over the Telecom payphone about the snowstorm that had paralyzed New York City. It was beautiful weather here in Chatswood, almost too beautiful, and he wished he could send some of it back to his freezing agent. Ric was...
I slumped back in the chair, breathing hard as I continued to fiercely grip the front of the armrests. My body continued to tremor randomly with the aftershocks of my powerful climax. But Claire was not immune, for she bore the evidence of my desire. As she knelt between my spread thighs, the sticky white ropes of my lust lined her face and looked particul...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
"It happened," I said into the phone softly. "What happened?" She responded. "She knows." Silence, for what seemed like forever. "So what now?" She asked. I couldn't read her body language over the phone. I wasn't sure. "She's gone," I said, matter-of-factly. "Gone gone?" She questioned quickly. "I guess. We had a fight, she told me she suspected me, I...
In Which Innocence is restored to Purity; the beauty of Innocence is immortalised on film and Purity and Innocence are exposed to the virtues of great wealth and proportion. Dodie and Innocence were staying at different resorts on opposite sides of the mountain where they met, so despite Dodie's entreaties that they stay together and further what she said w...
Bob Sanders was sitting at his desk on the top floor of a skyscraper staring out the glass at the city below. All he could think about was his wife Gina. They had not been getting along lately. He was confused by the package that he had found in her part of their large walk-in closet. He was stunned when he discovered the big veiny dildo while looking for on...