Fucking bitch! I hate her. Actually, I wish that were true. It's far preferable to the constant unbearable loss I feel. How could she do it? It's not like I ever thought I was in her league. Hundred pound weakling types don't normally land tall blonde leggy girls like Emma; unless they're rich and famous. Since neither of those describes me I can't say I eve...
Molly is my best friend. She always has been. I've known her the majority of my life. Unfortunately, I've never been lucky enough to hook up with her myself. She basically friend zoned me before I even knew that was a thing. Every time I tried to convince her to go out with me, I got the "I love you, but I don't want things to go bad and ruin our friendship"...
February 1999, brought with it a new job. My new job forced me to relocated to a part of my state I knew very little about. I was hours away from my parents, friends, old hangouts, etc. I was basically a stranger in a strange land. I had been there a month of so, and was feeling down. My hair was getting long, so I decided to get a hair cut and perhaps that...
This story is 100% true, with conversations not a true reflection of actual conversations due to time since the events occurred. Names have been changed to protect the guilty! ***** I met Karen 12 years ago in a local night club. This isn't a story of how we first met but how our sexual relationship evolved over time. Karen was 19 at the time, and I, Tom,...
She was giddy with anticipation; he'd said he was 40 miles away. That left her enough time to get her shower in and have the red outfit on, surprising him in the process. He was really coming this time, she thought. The last time she had seen him, he'd had her panting in less than 5 minutes. He seemed to know just how to pull her hair to make her go from com...
Strobe lights flash and flare as the two find their spot on the dance floor. Their hearts find rhythm with the deep, thumping base of the music. He places his hands delicately on her hips; she loops hers around the back of his neck. They move together to the beat, foreheads pressed together, staring into each other's eyes. A cascade of fog drops from the cei...
[Thank you to A. and C. for editing and suggestions] 1 I think it was on our third date that I first learnt of Greg's 'preferences'. We were sitting in the cafe, having just seen the latest Woody Allen film, discussing whether it was funny or not. [I thought it wasn't. He loved it.] There was a few seconds' silence, save for the sound of the other people c...
Summer was always the season of love; not the roses and over romanticized, but the meet someone and bring them home kind of way. Memories of grade school up through high school were full of a blooming interest in girls. The ironic part is that I had thought that those times were long past. The idea of exploring young bodies and learning sexual choreography l...
Part of a series of short stories with the common connection of 'Naked' and placed in various sections on this site. Some of them are funny, some are sad, some are quirky but all reveal the many facets of human emotion in all its naked rawness. If you like this one, please read: Naked Revenge under the Exhibitionist and Voyeur Naked Grief under Non Erotic...
Upon frequenting a nude beach in Long Island many times alone I asked my open-minded girl friend at the time if she wanted to accompany me. She said yes, which wasn't a surprise to me. In fact, she found it quite exciting. We enjoyed a great sexual relationship as my mistress. She was very open to try new things. Our attraction to each other was undeniably i...