Let me start off by saying that I'm not real positive about anything anymore, but I think that it is only fair that I try to explain what happened, and what seems to be happening now. If that statement doesn't make sense, hang in there, because I'll try to explain. It was about two years ago now and I was sixty-seven years old. I was playing racquetball at...
Alexander Voronov is the pseudonym of a professional writer of erotic stories in German language. Some years ago he has published a short novel "Glücksfall" (Sheer luck) at the eBook editor Readersplanet. The story is about a rich Mr. X who carefully selects four young men with the purpose to make their wildest sex-fantasies come true. One – and the major –...
I would like to thank Bad_Hobbit for his help with editing this essay. Cyber-sex strikes me as something of a misnomer. Sex - or at least the way I understand it, as an activity as opposed to a definition of gender - is the meeting of genitals with genitals, or genitals with other bodily parts for the purpose of procreation or mutual erotic pleasure of two,...
He wants to know... "What are you feeling ... what makes you compliant ... how do you become an object of pleasure made only to satisfy the needs of the lustful male?" He asks. I meditate. I loose my sense of self and think on the images he's conjured up in my mind. I take myself there and images mix with real experiences and I can feel the same feelings and...
The torture of imagination and waiting was both exciting and painful. My wife left me, an hour ago, tied spread eagle and naked on our queen bed. My eyes were covered with a blindfold. My cock and balls we constricted with a leather cock ring snapped together under my scrotum and around my cock, with a ball spreader strap prominently presenting each of the h...
Elizabeth Moore closed and latched the door to her compartment, stowed her bags away overhead and settled into the seat. Glancing out the train window, she noted the cold gray drizzle that hung over the cityscape like one of Whistler's fogs, and reflected that an uneventful train journey was not an unpleasant prospect. She leaned back against the cushion, he...
I'd come to Gamba University for research for my company. My business done in the afternoon, I scanned the campus center bulletin board in search of something to do that night, maybe catch a game, a movie, whatever. "Sisters Unite!" one small poster screamed at me. "Come listen to strong women speak about their power! All welcome." It looked intriguing....
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I knew Jenna was easy--most of my guy friends had already fucked her--but I didn't know how slutty she was until the day I met her. We were introduced by a mutual friend as she sat cross-legged on the grass outside the commmunity college centre, wearing a fairly short skirt, and smoking a joint with three male classmates. I didn't really mean to peek, but it...
"So, Bradly and I are dating now." Elunara blinked up from her board. "So that's why Bradly's been walking around whistling like a loon." She giggled. "He's so his daddy." "Huh?" "Jordan whistles when he's extremely happy about something." "Ah." Lydia flopped down. "I also told him to let Bryan pursue him too." "That's... unique." "You have Jordan AND...