Sara once again found herself seated in the leather wingback chair of her therapist's waiting room. Only a week had passed since she had snuck out through the back exit, box of gifted sex toys in hand, quite confident that she wouldn't be returning. She had returned, though, and her second visit to the quiet, comfortable waiting room had her feeling more rel...
I get home from work to my NYC apartment and I'm stressed out. Of course I am, I've worked 40 hours this week and it's only Wednesday. I Walk straight to my bed, plop down on the edge of it, grab my bowl from my nightstand, and take my first hit of the day. Deep breath in and as I exhale I can start to feel my day and it's worries falling away. I'm 27, whi...
Chapter one: I'm a retired older gentleman who worked for forty years, most of it in Central California. My next door neighbors for the past 15 years, Don and Jen, moved up to Portland, and their house recently sold. One of the selling points is a small oval shaped swimming pool in the backyard and side deck that abuts up to my fence where Jen used to sunba...
Chapter Two "I hate football." Libby was shivering, even in her oversized matching gold and blue scarf and knit hat and mittens, all with the U of M logo on them. She seemed so small sitting next to him. "You're cold." Henry started taking off his jacket for her, but she stopped him, shaking her head and sliding her body closer, as close as she could, the...
"So, you finally succeeded." The Director follows the man in the lab coat down a bland, immaculate hallway to a security door at the end. The sound of her high heels echos up and down the hall as she walks. "Yes we did." The lead scientist says proudly. "As always with these long-shot R&D projects, all it took was a drunk intern...
A special thanks to Vestiphile for assistance in editing this chapter. ***** "You don't have to shout, darling," Said a sultry female voice from between her legs. "I'm right here." "What the fuck?!! It talks now?" Jenna screamed. "Well not completely true. Yes I have possessed your wonderful pussy but know it does not have a mind of its own. I'll eve...
For the next few weeks, Carolyn and Pete talk constantly, planning their next meeting. Carolyn was obsessed with his cock, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She dreamt about it at night and was no longer satisfied with the mascara she had always used to masturbate with before. She was still very tight, unable to force two of her own fingers inside her for...
The ad went out... My urges written down with unsure trepidation. Did I really just post an ad to the world about my deepest darkest secret fantasy?! But I'm straight...I'm not gay?!...am I?! oh what have I done. *PING* With surprise, only 10 minutes later, my computer sprung to life with a waiting email. 'Tomorrow is the day your life changes! call in...
***ALL CHARACTERS OVER AGE 18*** I led my hands up his jeans - tight, with a sliver of skin starting to show at his waistband. He waited patiently, not nearly as pathetic as some of the boys I'd known, grabbed my hand and led it closer towards him. "Is this what you want?" I asked, fingertips gripped around his waistband, against the soft give of his smoo...
*I wrote this more for myself than anyone else, but feel free to leave constructive criticism* *All characters depicted are 18+* ***** I trudged through the door of my house, dragged myself to my room, and crashed down on my bed without taking off my backpack or closing my door. It had been a rough day. Between an embarrassing project presentation in Lite...