Edited by sexnovella It was a late summer day. I was out walking the regular round with my ear buds in my ears trying to clear my head, when I bumped into a friend. We decided to go sit on one of the benches on the side of the trails most people use to rest on. We sat there and talked for a while. For the first time in a long time I felt free to talk ab...
-- for Theresa * A handsome soldier of fortune was walking down the road. He whistled a happy tune and as he whistled he dreamed of all the riches in the world and all the pretty girls. Suddenly, at a bend in the road, he chanced upon a beautiful maiden. Her eyes were the colour of emeralds and her hair was the colour of night. "Handsome soldier!", she...
Betty Jean took a long hard look at the woman in the mirror. It was not the first critical look that she had taken in the past year, but it was the first one which offered a ray of hope. Her newly styled and colored hair just touched her bare alabaster shoulders. The deep blue-black color was shocking against such translucent skin, especially on a woman of...
It's been almost a year now since I first watched old Walt trying to fuck my Anna on our living room couch. I wonder how different things would've been if I'd stepped in and stopped it right there. As I read back over my stories bringing things up to date, I can now see the slippery slope I traveled reaching my present situation. I'd never heard of the int...
We were walking up a hill in a local beauty spot. Just being alone with a White English man was such a forbidden thing for me to do that I was at a fever's pitch of happiness and arousal. I wonder if someone from a less restricted background could imagine how I felt. The process of excuses and sneaking needed just to meet had me so excited before we even met...
This is brief. This is food for thought, perhaps disturbing, to any wifey who reads this. Is it fantasy, or is it truth? It was really an innocent moment that I had no designs on twisting into a perverted pleasure. But, that's what often happens when I am tortured by long droughts between fucks. My mind takes control. It bends the common reality of decency...
We are in bed, it is late and nothing but the sound of the fan is audible. She lay, with nothing but a t-shirt, on her back and I am next to her with nothing but some pajama bottoms. She caresses my arm and I know what she wants. I roll over to face her. I rub her thighs and feeling her smooth skin. She is playing passive today and opens her legs just a litt...
That moment. She felt it. He felt it too. Electricity not in the air. But in their bodies. The first time it scared them- because it was forbidden. It was too soon. This complete abandon their lust caused. The fear and confusion that came from allowing themselves to indulge in that lust with a near-stranger. The second time it scared them- because it w...
I think that the feminists were right to point out the problem of sexual harassment. However, one barrier to effectively addressing this problem may be a common perception – and perhaps misperception -- that men are always those making crude sexual remarks or gestures and women are always those embarrassed or offended. The Kellie Pickler song, "Things That...
Please Note: This story is 100% fictional, and something i have never experienced myself. This is my first story. ****************** The floor was cold, and the atmosphere even more so. I was kneeling, legs spread to shoulder width apart, hands resting on my thighs, my eyes closed. Goosebumps covered my skin and i was beginning to shiver, however i was not...