I hadn't seen Maize in five years. We'd been friends, but at opposite sides of the friend group: She was Tom's friend, I was Clare's, Tom and Clare had been the couple holding it all together- still were, inviting us all out to their family's log cabin, the place where it had all started, back when time began. I was the second to arrive, and Maize was firs...
To live according to one's ruling passions without fear or shame, what greater freedom could there be in all the world? My name is Halima Abdirizak and I'm a young Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I was born in the environs of metropolitan Brandon, Manitoba, to Somali immigrant parents. My whole life I've felt like I had a foot i...
It was the Friday before Christmas vacation started. We had finished all our grades and had submitted them and for once, we were going to stay out of our office during our break. Neither of us was going to a conference or anything so we figured we would play it by ear. If we wanted to take a trip, we would. For now, we were just going to stay home and rest...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. I'm not bragging when I say I enjoyed my share of pussy during my high school years. I mean, you've got to be pretty bac...
Chapter 55: Ivy I was alone walking in a clothing optional beach on a Mediterranean island. I am not an exhibitionist but I had always wanted to walk around naked in public. Although I now had a slight beer belly I still had a swimmers body and a cock slightly above average size so I was comfortable from the start. I was somewhat disappointed that most wo...
My name is Arlene. My husband, Steve told you the first four episodes of this story but then I took over. If you recall, Steve had taken some 'naughty' pictures of me one night when we were fooling around and then I agreed to let him post them to a bulletin board. This led to a lot of raunchy e-mail, hot sex between Steve and I, more pictures being sent, etc...
Sunday morning, Bret was lying awake, staring up at the ceiling. Besides him, a sleeping Bubbles was drooling slightly, completely unaware of the thoughts milling around in her boss/lover's head. He knew from last night that she was completely naked, though the blanket covered her sexy body -- which made it somewhat easier for Bret to think. The 'bad' side o...
Here's a bit of flash fiction that I thought would be fun to share. I don't know where this is going, or if it will have legs and grow to a series, yet, but it's fun to imagine the possibilities. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories, if you're a new reader, welcome. Please check out the rest of my stories on this site. Dreamweaver594... M...
I still can't believe she did it--and he did it--and Marc and I did it! Ever since the first day of classes at the Goethe Institute in Prien in the south of Germany Kate had the hots for Jack. I'd seen that look in her eyes before. It was the look of the hunter seeing her prey and already imagining how good it was going to taste after the hunt and the chase...
(To the reader: This is the third in a string of many correspondences between a former professor and myself. It started out to be just a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. It became so much more, so unrepentantly.) * She still couldn't believe that he was still in the game. She wanted him so badly. It was becoming increasingly di...