I couldn't believe I was going through with this degrading competition at the frat house, but when you are desperate for money you tend to do desperate things. In part 1 of this story I outlined the money difficulties I was having, the problems with my parents, and my roommate Tiffany and her regular escapades with professors and others with a bank roll....
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. * In the beginning, before there was children, there was sex. Continued from Chapter 01: In the way that he still remembered seeing his mother and sister in their bras and panties, topless, and naked, he'd love nothing more than...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors, made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone. * * * If you haven't read 'Lucky Beyond Belief' Chapters 1 through 3 yet, I suggest you return to the beginning of the series. Otherwise you'll have missed some of the best...
Dedication: I note that many authors dedicate a story to or for someone. I'd like to dedicate this story to Pogy who is in the next dimension. Without Pogy, none of this would probably have ever happened; Pogy gave his life in Viet Nam. Preface: As I write, I'm a white 50 something married female. What I'm about to relate below is NOT fiction, it is non-f...
When I was in college, all the girls went to frat parties every weekend. I was pre-med, so I was always doing homework. They would get all tarted up in short skirts and tight tops, and I would be hunched over a book in sweats and a t shirt eating ramen noodles out of a cup. All the girls would come home early Saturday morning, lipstick smeared, with their...
When people ask me where I get the ideas for my erotic stories, I give them a simple answer: writing erotica is a little like making Kool Aid. The gem of the idea --- the Kool Aid packet --- is the starting point. Imagination --- the addition of water and sugar --- provides the rest of the final product. Yes, I would love it if each and every word I've wri...
The following is a journal of some sexual escapades I had one summer in the early 70's. The incidents are described pretty much as they actually happened, of course names and locations are fictional to protect my privacy and that of others. It was a summer to remember and full of first. We did things that sound pretty silly now, but it was a different time,...
It had been five hours since my wife left for dinner and drinks with her friends. Tired from a week of long flights followed by short meetings and frustrated that I would not get the blow job I had wanted for days, I decided to go to bed. I was still awake when I heard the sound of a key in the front door followed moments later by the sound of my wife openin...
The night before had blown my mind. A woman 14 years my senior had blown my mind. Only my second sexual partner but first by a wide margin in terms of quality. I thought about it from the moment I woke up. While I was in the shower, my cock was raging as I thought about how everything had happened -- the aborted blow job, the amazing sex, the lesson. I sto...
"Did your fiancé ever find out about this?" I asked. "No", Janet responded. "But I lived in fear of it for years." "I guess you could not really do anything for fear of losing your fiancé and facing the embarrassment of canceling the wedding." I offered more as a question than a comment. "Jim, I was young and afraid. When I was dating my husband we broke...