You trek through the mercilessly deep snow, unable to differentiate your own skin at times as the blinding light blends your vision together. You've been lost for hours, days, years even. At first, every tree seemed the same and you were certain that you were walking in circles, but now you can't seem to see a single tree. You're exhausted, the frost slowly...
You arrive at Sarah's house just before 7 and ring the doorbell. You've been dating for a few months now. You're hoping that tonight's date might move things to the next level. You wouldn't admit it to your friends but you haven't slept with her yet. You haven't even seen her naked. It's not that she's frigid. You make out all of the time and she has no prob...
My names Johnny, I'm fifty-eight married to Joan twenty years my junior. My wife's was frigid because of her church upbringing, sex being dirty unless it is done for procreation. I own a photographic shop, but because I wasn't getting sex I became a Voyeur, fixing up a C.C.T.V. link in the ladies changing room. I had an affair with my next-door neighbour b...
Edited by ScarlettKisses Caroline Bob came into Randy's studio grinning from ear to ear. He had just been E-mailed the first takings from the new web site. Interest had been high and Emma's video had gone down well with the paying public. "Well Randy I got to hear how you plan to follow that up." "Hey I wondered when you would show up." Randy replied...
This was crazy, she thought as she contemplated turning right the hell around and going home, what the hell have I gotten myself into? She really hadn't gotten into anything yet. She could still turn back as she hadn't quite gotten the courage to knock on the door, but the fact that she was even here right now was blowing her mind. Here, at a stranger's hou...
Thanks to those who've asked me to write more, sorry it took so long! My thanks to Redhairedandfriendly for doing a sterling editing job for me and to Geronimo Appleby for the writing hints ***** Liz threw back the measure of brandy she had just poured in one gulp and felt it burn all the way to her stomach. She paced nervously across the floor as she wai...
Dawn Carson sat at the neatly laid table at the back of the restaurant feeling worried, yet with some excitement. Why mixed emotions? Partly because she had never done anything like this before. Thirty-four years old, separated from her husband for nine months, and here she was waiting to meet a man she did not know, who could be bedding her by the end of th...
Three years they'd been on that island. Three long, sexless years, and Ginger Grant was done with fucking cucumbers and bananas for her sexual thrills. She had long since given up on the Professor. He'd seemed interested once, but those days were long gone. Now she was more likely to find him with his face stuck in a book, rather than between her widespread...
Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Spiritus Libertus, also called the Free Spirit. As my name implies, I am a rather pleasure and sensations oriented fellow. But that's not what I'm all about. I have so many other names. I can look like any man. A professional football player, a male model, a fireman or a cop. I can be black, white and everything in b...
"Dammit!" I exclaimed. "You weren't always this frigid, so don't treat me like I'm an idiot!" Calling Sheila "frigid" was a mistake I had made once before. She hates being called that, but hey, the truth hurts. I was angry, so I had blurted it out. The argument started when our two kids had been invited to sleep over at their cousins' house. I immediately...