My wife and I were doggers for about three years. We were not 'frequent flyers', we indulged about once a month, when my wife, who I will call Sophie, is at her most randy. We were also fair weather doggers, we played for about six months of the year, in the summer months. Frost bitten balls, or nipples, did not appeal one bit. Our exploration of dogging wa...
A Note To The Reader: This fictional story contains male / male sexual situations. If you find this offensive then it is strongly suggested that you read no further. Scene One: "The Threesome" I noticed that she was trembling as she took my hand. I glanced at her angelic face. She smiled a nervous but eager smile. I was sure that my expression mirrored he...
Edited by LadyCibelle AUTHOR’S NOTE: A couple of E-posters found some plot holes in Part 01. One of them said that a man shot from the front at close range with a shotgun would not live long enough to turn around and run away from the crime scene, taking a second load in the back. Good point. However, some people do survive getting shot at close range....
Author's note: This story did not fit into any neat category. There is group and one on one sex (hetero and homosexual) depicted. There is love and there is loss. If your idea of group sex is one guy with multiple women this may not be the story for you. On June 2, 1967 I graduated from high school. The next day I stuck my thumb out in a westerly direction...
Forward If you have not read my "Harmless Flirting" story already, I strongly recommended that you do so, BEFORE reading any of the three endings. I was very torn over how to end this one so I decided to offer a variety. I will be interested in the acceptance of each ending and am uploading them one at a time to allow the reader to digest an ending before...
I first saw Mistress in a magazine ad. She seemed the perfect marriage between my budding interest in female domination and my attraction to black women. For weeks she was the star in my jerk off fantasies. But I was in my early 20's; a broke student with college life taking up much of my time. I eventually forgot about her. Several years pass before I find...
I met Jack at a management training convention in Chicago. I was seated at the same table with him and about seven other people. His presence was strong and everyone at the table seemed to be drawn to him or at least certainly aware of his presence. More so the ladies. But maybe at least equally so the men. Unlike myself, I could have probably left the table...
CHAPTER 1 The man was shabby but determined. He looked like a punter: a man ready to pay for sex. The way he hurried past the younger prettier whores suggested he did not have much money. The older ones came away from the wall enticingly. He spoke with one and the conversation ended in a slap. Another shook her head. Looking around desperately, he saw one...
Chapters 1 and 2 seem to have done great, so here is number 3. This will probably be the last one. In the future though, I plan on doing a longer series based off of this, but it will focus on one main character and him adjusting to life in Anthemusa. I don't intend to start that right away, as I have a few other ideas in mind before the end of the year, but...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...