Special thanks to my special friend and editor CHAPTER 2 Ben knew that his curiosity about Cathy's reading habits would have to remain unsatisfied. He could not legitimately explain looking at her laptop without permission and she would undoubtedly -- and reasonably -- claim he had breached her privacy. His one hope now was that he could find some clues f...
Friday morning. Happy birthday. Nothing like being eighteen. Again. After slowly waking up to the third round of the snooze button's blaring of the morning show, I decided that I didn't feel any different than the day before. No miraculous reversion to my former condition. I was going to have to face this damnable coming of age ceremony head on. The first...
Present Day Damn! Damn! Damn! My God! My God! What have I done? I smell sex; it is unmistakable but it is strangely one-sided...I want to puke. My head is clearing of the booze and coke. I am beginning to comprehend why it seems one-sided. "Mmmmm....hug me baby, you... you guys...mmmm; you wear me out." My wife murmurs as she turns and adjusts to align h...
Six eighty seven. Six eighty eight. Six eighty – "Hi, Jonas." - nine. Fuck it. I hate when she does that. I mean, I like her, but goddamn it. "Hi Shelley." Five forty-five. I can see the clock behind, ten, maybe ten and half inches across the face. Paper. Bread. 1538 Market. 1.79 a loaf. "Your usual?" I nod. She's back there. 64, 65 inches up. 30 inc...
My name is Tammy and I am a sailor's young wife. Tommy and I got married when we were nineteen and then Tommy promptly got shipped off to sea. We have only seen each other a few weeks over the past year. I hate to admit it but I get so horny these days. I have a job but few friends and I live in a small apartment. Thankfully Rob lives in the next door to me....
This is a narrative from a man's point of view about the exposure to Agent Orange and the resulting effects it has on his life over time. It is told only from his point of view, there is no overt sex and I deliberately did not use any dialog between the persons involved. My only thought is to show the conflicts I imagine might be in his mind and express it i...
For a little over a year, I had a fuck life that every guy in the universe would kill for. I was getting laid every single day and on many days, two to three times a day. Michele was freshly pregnant with our second baby, Kiko was stopping by sometimes twice a day as she had become addicted to my cock and Yasmin and I had spent many nights together and she w...
Foreword: I wrote this short porn story a few weeks back, after reading a comic about edging that I could not get out of my mind. The story involves: consensual bdsm themes, clothespins, a paddle, little to no plot, bondage, and, as you probably guessed from the title, lots of edging. If that is your cup of tea, I hope you will enjoy this. * And to t...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * A modern man returns to his pioneering roots to celebrate Earth Day. "What's all this?" Joan looked at the pile of camping equipment strewn all over the living room carpet, before looking at her husband with horror. "Are we going camping again? Please tell me we're not going camping." With her dark brown e...
I honestly have never met anyone that I hate as much as I hate Luke Ewan. It's not enough that he treats being the manager of a bar like it's the same as being the manager of a French bistro with a Michelin star. Or that he dresses like he has a date with an old spice commercial. Or that his scruff is always the perfect amount of scruffy, as if he has a set...