My heart was pounding as I approached the room. I still wasn't sure why I decided to do this. I knew, when I answered the ad on Craigslist, that there could be some danger. But the allure was stronger... The ad said some guys were looking for a woman who loved cum, and there'd be no forced or unwilling sex – just cum. I was intrigued, so here I am at the ho...
It started as just another late summer Friday night in our local bar. The room was crowded as usual with bearded young men and pretty girls in summer dresses, the usual twenty-somethings sipping craft beer. Who would have guessed I would encounter a sexual kink to turn me on like never before, and enjoy it in such a public setting? My long-time boyfriend Bo...
Approximately two weeks had passed since the incident by the pool (ref. my story "Best Hand Job Ever") and I could not keep my mind off of what Jen and Carol had done to me. Every time they came by the house to visit with my daughter Stephanie I was reminded of that day. To make matters worse I often caught myself staring at them longingly like a lovesick sc...
SATIN SHEETS; Or, She Slept With the Writer An Exercise in Metaerotica * * * A foot sticks out from the edge of the bed, chubby little pink toes with red toenails on a small puffy foot. The rest of you is covered, satin sheets curving like rolling hills over your voluptuous body, blonde frizzy curls cascading over your face. Daylight has begun to light th...
Jenny's fourth day was a training day offsite. I felt like my old self again, challenging my team to do better work on a new campaign, and even closing a new client who had been delaying making a decision for several months. Of course, I did think of Jenny...especially her smooth white legs and her sexy smirk, but I was able to shake it off, even laugh as I...
I have a date and she wants me to meet her at the restaurant. I get there early and sit at the bar while I wait for her. You are sitting a couple of seats over and you look amazing. My date should have been here by now and there is no sign of her. You tell me that your date should have been here also and you have not heard from him. The waiter tells me that...
A fictional letter from a National Guardsman to his wife * Hello My Sweet, By now you should have read the first letter I sent you. I'm hoping you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. I miss you My Sweet. Here are the rest of my plans for your birthday. We spend the day together, relaxing, enjoying each other's closeness. I have planned a rom...
Jess came home from a hard day of work. She put her stuff down on the kitchen table and started to look for her girlfriend Lily. They had been together for a while now and have kept a nice relationship in their quaint apartment. Yet there was one thing that bound them together the most. Both Jess and Lily had an ardent foot fetish. Jess snuck into Lily's r...
We undressed each other while we kissed. The silence was delicious; oddly contemplative against the passion of our tongues, and our hands moving over each other. We explored one other, felt each other's skin beneath our clothing, divested one another of every last strip. We stood and we kissed and little by little, we were naked together. I loved standing...
It was roughly 1976 in Augusta, Georgia, two or three days before Christmas to be exact. I was eighteen years old. My mom and I had been on our own ever since my father had died in a truck accident two years earlier. Mom had a rough time of it, as would be expected, the first year after he passed. She was 36 years old and was a loan officer at Augusta Natio...