This is my first submission. I've been reading stories on this site for quite a while, and I've finally worked up the courage to post. I welcome constructive criticism, but let's try to be nice please. A big thank you to Findingmyvoice, who was a huge help in getting this story ready to post! I have more stories to post, but I want to see how this one goes f...
I tried to control the impulse. No, it wasn't an impulse. It was the slow buildup of sexual steam inside me. It had been three days since I had been with Lilly. I've been with her four times now. Each time is better than the ones before. Each time she gives more of herself to me. And she cums when I make love to her. I know it is my vanity that makes this i...
"Damn Westlaw, anyway," she muttered under her breath, cursing the legal publisher, realizing she would have to walk all the way back to the law library for the right case book. For an hour she had sat on a park bench as the sky grew dark, hoping to find the case whose number she had jotted on a napkin at lunch. She should never have accepted that second dr...
She was partially the woman I'd remembered. She was also a curiously familiar stranger, a person you know you've met before; a person you can't quite place. Her new form was endearing, but also somewhat foreign. She now punctuated her sentences with filler words and phrases, the coded banter of the youthful. When she finished with a complete thought, right b...
Aunt Janet and I had enjoyed a quick shower and had gotten dressed. For having just turned 30, she certainly seemed to have hit the fountain of youth concerning sex. Aunt Janet had on shorty shorts and a skimpy camisole. She had a smoking body. She looked hot with her big, dark nipples poking through the fabric, barely hiding her assets. I started to get a t...
IF GREAT AUTHORS WROTE PORN. #1 Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers The last ray of light which faintly illumines the gloom, and then disappears into that hidden obscurity and darkness in which the earlier history of the customary nocturnal activities of the immortal Pickwick would appear to be involved, is derived from the perusal of the following entry i...
I think I have found Heaven on Earth. If so, whether I am truly that "li’l devil" you always joked I was, or not, I feel like a living angel. It all started when Joe, the man I told you I have been living with recently, came home from work the other day. I wish we had the time for you to meet him. I will be sending you a photo so you can see why I joke tha...
Gene Bardwell stared at the beauty sitting in the front row of pews as he settled in behind the pulpit and prepared for that Sunday's sermon. As he did, he could feel the stirring in his groin that he always felt when he thought about her. And he was especially excited on this day because of the material he'd chosen for his sermon that day. He smiled sardon...
It was the last day of final exams at The College of Perpetual Hope in mid-December. Sarah breezed through her Anthropology 101 exam while most of her classmates struggled with the first page. She looked over her answers, re-read her essays, picked up her coat and her test paper, and walked up to the front of the room. She handed the exam to Dr. Peterson and...
To Carson's amazement, the expansive meaning of the guidance from the Tao was unfolding into startling clarity. "...and, who better to share this fascinating exploratory adventure with, the search for the erotic Fountain of Youth," Carson laughed to his Cosmic Companions, "than the ever so delightful little Sensia, his one and only Ms S!" Having come to gri...