I used to hate traffic jams. Especially those after work ones. They're inevitable I know and also twice as long when you've had a bad day. I've always been cheeky and daring. I'm always the one that pushes it that little bit to far. The one that spoils it. Anyway, you get the picture I'm sure. Like I said I used to hate traffic jams. I grew to love them...
My name is Barton, but I’m more commonly known by my nickname, Bart. I’m in my mid-fifties and have been a widower for almost fourteen years. I’ve had sex with five different women since my wife died. Twice with three of them, three times with one and six times with the other. The last time was nearly two years ago, so I’m pretty horny. My salary isn’t suff...
I gently rolled the pantyhose on my legs, marveling at the exhilarating feeling that they gave me. My imagination soared as I contemplated the humiliation of being caught wearing them in public and I felt my cock begin to stir in its nylon prison. My face slowly flushing in absolute pleasure, nothing felt so majestic and feminine as these sheer-to-waist pant...
I sat down at a local coffee shop drinking a double mocha latte, while watching a magnificent sunset. It was apart of my usual routine. "What a spectacular view," I thought to myself while sitting at the table drinking my coffee. I liked to sit out on the patio of the local coffee shop, especially in the winter time. Every evening I would make tracks thro...
Money is always dear when you are a graduate student. Let's face it. The money you receive from ones scholarship only stretches so far and three months each year, mine dries up. I am forced to take a part-time job to keep solvent, which cuts into my research and lengthens the time until I can finally graduate into a real life. Each spring, I dread being forc...
Lucy left her office and walked to the nearby bar. She had survived a stressful day and was looking forward to unwinding over a few drinks with her boyfriend. They had only been dating for two weeks, but had quickly found that they had much in common, especially in the bedroom, or whatever place was convenient when they were feeling horny. Lucy arrived righ...
This happened several years ago when I was dating a woman named C. First, a little background. We had a strange relationship. Work, scholastic circumstances, and our own changing temperaments conspired to make things more volatile than they should have been. We were on again, off again for a couple of years, though deep down I think there really was a lot of...
I found myself focused on a spot on the ceiling for what seemed like 10 minutes. I'm not sure what the spot was - a fly maybe? Perhaps just a petrified dust bunny? Whatever it was, I couldn't take my eyes of it. Then I refocused, going in and out from focusing on the spot on the ceiling to complete darkness. And back again. I saw the heads of different peop...
Note to readers: My story line continues with a new narrator. How did a nice Yeshiva University alumni like me end up in a situation like this? Here I am getting my beard trimmed to almost nothing at a Fort Lee barber shop so that I will look good for my trip to Cairo. I feel like a shipment about to be delivered. I guess it all started with the rent being...
First encounter This is what I would call a "creative non-fiction" story about the relationship between myself and the female in the story. Most of our interactions in the story are accounts of real-life encounters, though some (the most explicit) are fantasies I have maintained of Bonnie since college. Her name is real, though mine has been altered. This...