After the whistle blew, Nicole shot off on the track, running as fast as she could. This was just a practice, but it was the qualifier to go to the last track meet of the year. Normally she didn't give a shit about academic or athletic accomplishment, usually content to just skate by on the bare minimum to look good for her father. She glanced to her right,...
When I was around eighteen my best mate was Chas. We were the same age and had pretty much the same interests (football, bikes, "alternative" music and, of course, girls) and would hang out drinking the odd beer and smoking the odd joint. At about the time the events to be recounted occurred his Dad had pissed off leaving his Mum with him, his sister who was...
It was finally the weekend. Surely she would see him in the Square tonight. Without a doubt. Dee smiled to herself as she sat before her vanity, considering her look for the evening. She really only had four options in this seaside resort town; she could go as a local beach rat, a tourist, a Goth or a skate punk. The Goth look was just not an option with her...
She looked amazing. I know a groom isn't supposed to see his bride on their wedding day, before she walks down the aisle, but Melissa was such a gorgeous woman that I couldn't resist sneaking a peak. She was way out of my league, and I still don't know how I managed to snag a woman like her. My more cynical friends said it was just a matter of economics. I h...
If nothing else K. Linford Little is predictable. I've said it before, and will say it again, the man is set in his ways. He works 50 hours a week. He adores his daughters. Loves his wife too. Oh, I guess some might argue that, since he regularly asks for blow jobs from his girlfriend (that's me!) that he doesn't really love his wife. But I believe he real...
When I became a lover of literature early in college I found it actually opened me up to being a lover of all types of writing to include erotica. But when I had discovered that genre I could frequently be found spending hours on end reading anything from sexy short stories on up to the truly erotic of the literary best. Add to all that, by my junior year in...
I have been with my Master for some time now, he has helped me to bring out my innermost feelings, my hidden dreams and fears, he has taught me so much about myself and I love him deeply. I know that he loves me, I am his precious possession, he owns me fully and I submit to him joyously and without question. I have, and need no safe word, he will not harm m...
I watched Katie as she slept peacefully in my bed. She was still clothed, saved for the panties I made her take off. The garter belt was so sexy on her long legs. Not for me, however. I wanted to pleasure her some more but I also wanted her to have some energy left for her boyfriend. I took a quick shower while she was sleeping, dressed up. As much as I want...
This is a follow on from "The Party Needs A Stripper". These stories are fiction! I'm not going to worry about safe sex, real life -- or about those people who don't like this sort of story (although it is mildly interesting that such people still read this type of story!). The first story is one where my wife agreed to be the stripper at the retirement pa...
"Is that it?" Lynne called out from the garage. "I think that's the last of the boxes. At least I didn't see any others." I walked into the kitchen to get a beer. Moving in has never been one of my favorite activities. But after way too much time spent in trying to maintain a long distance relationship, a timely job offer, and some creative house hunting ha...