This is my first attempt at writing an erotic short story. I'm looking forward to your comments and critiques. But please be gentle! The story is fiction but based on a fantasy my wife and I share. The characters are based on actual people we know. Yes, the names have been changed to protect the innocent./i> ***** My wife and I have always known our relati...
That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Angie and Peter would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Minnie, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Peter knew the routine. He would paddle over to Minnie a...
Several years ago, I was in my early 30's, single, and was working in the back office of a local insurance agency in a sleepy suburb of Boston. I had been an English major in college, and had decided that I wanted to do something more interesting for a career than insurance. I decided to go back to grad school at a local university to complete the courses I...
A lot of white men stumble in here to read Interracial works, yet end up cursing me for writing it. And I'm sitting at home laughing my heads off at their silly, childish comments. A lot of them can't even spell. Yet they think their words are going to hurt my writing pen of experience. Are they too dumb, or is it just me? Here's another story for my fans o...
If you have not read "My Sister's Friends" Parts One and Two this will make no sense to you. I suggest you read them first and then continue on with this selection. Thank you for your interest. This is not a quick jerk story. Neither is it hardcore sex. It is a story of a young man with Cerebral Palsy and how he learns about love through his sister's frien...
I was nearing my thirtieth birthday and times were getting tough financially. I had gotten laid off from my job and was collecting unemployment and doing some part-time work helping out friends with odd jobs. One of them suggested that I look into cleaning houses. I've always been very neat and people often thought I was gay. I had dated many women, but neve...
Having got home from my very humiliating shopping trip, things had progressed quickly. Katrina had teased me all the way home in the car, making comments like, "I'm gonna fuck you tonight like the slut you are," and, "Come on admit it, you want to be my bitch, don't you?" I was embarrassed to answer but my caged cock twitched at the thought and was becoming...
When I was four years old my mother warned me not to feed the pigeons. "If you feed them once, they'll follow you everywhere," she said. Of course I ignored her as any little girl would have done; I tossed kernels of popcorn at the flock of gray and black birds gathering around our park bench. Sure enough, when I ran into the playground the birds followed r...
They call me Horse and I'm the caretaker here at the Vicar's big house, since I left the army anyway. The Reverend Michael chose me himself, from quite a few lads. I'm good with tools and my hands but he didn't seem to care. He licked his lips and walked round me. Half expected him to pat my flank and feed me sugarlumps. "You are so disarmingly innocent. Lik...
Sara had had enough action for a little while so I allowed her to pull off my 'cock' and to lie on the top shelf near me. Turning to my other sluts I asked, "Who wants to be next?" Marie took a deep breath and said, "Me mistress." "Alright, get on your hands and knees wench." I directed. Marie quickly complied and got on her hands and knees, I moved her...