I never considered myself a private person until now. I don't tell people what I do because inevitably that would ask me why. The truth is: I do it because it works. I do it because it's the middle ground between going bed lonely and consuming commitment. I'm too selfish of a person for commitment - I'm too high maintenance and hard to please. I need the typ...
Andrea had been away for a week. She was in Toronto visiting her family during her summer break but I had to work. We spoke each morning and every night; it was mostly the same. Talking about how each of our days had been and how we missed each other. Then, yesterday she admitted that she was extremely horny and really wanted me. She had been so horny that s...
We'd had sex in my kitchen, which I had just carefully cleaned the day before. I had been inhaling the scent of bleach on my counter, while he fucked me from behind, pounding into me. Now he had found a clean dishtowel, was running it under the warm water, wiping us both up. "You know more Spanish than I thought," he finally remarked. "Yeah. And you calle...
The lust started for him almost automatically, as if entering Southeast Asia were pinioning sexual engines upon his libidinal exercises. His cruel memories of the Vietnam War quieted under the weight of phallic dominance, the pressure to copulate at any cost. And so he arrived in Ho Chi Minh City where he booked a room at a rather swanky hotel and visited th...
This story involves sex between three people. Two men and one woman. One of the men happens to be black. The other man enjoys watching his wife have sex with the other man. Therefore, if you hate cuckolds, sex between two men or black people, you will not enjoy this short story. **** Along with the expected insults, I received many wonderful e-mails regard...
A cigarette hanged from between the thin lips of the boy called Hate. Those glowing embers did nothing to light the room, and the glow only partially illuminated his sharp, hawk-like face. His dark brown eyes scanned the room slowly, and a small smile raised on the corner of his lips. Though the room was hardly lit at all, he could see it perfectly. Just ch...
I suppose before I tell you all this I should say straight up that I'm not a good person. I'm a killer. I'm a rapist. I enjoy what I do. I don't care what you think. I made a deal with a devil. I am owned by absolute evil. In exchange for tenancy of my soul, I became an link, one of a chain you meet in the eternal cycle of Hell. I'm damned forever, damne...
Chapter 9: Where There is Hate, Let There Be Love... Justine and I look at each other and mouth the name, "Darlene?" Darlene jumps off the car, places both hands on her hips and screams, "Billy Bob!" Justine and I look at each other and mouth the name, "Billy Bob?" "Darlene how could you run off with these two old fucks and let them do those things to y...
I'm afraid to admit this. I don't think I should. If I do people will not think I am the sex goddess that I really am. I'm really, really good at sex but oh man, I hate anal sex! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! Man I sound like a lame-O. I'll try to explain my disgust. First off, I hate taking a shit. I like that I can read while doing it but the actual act...
"Shush, stay in bed and sleep," said Kari the next morning. "I'm going to shower and order breakfast." She kissed my hand, smiled and walked away and all I could think was; she's awesome! When I finally got my eyes open and rolled out of bed, she was on the phone with room service and I couldn't resist playing while she tried to give the order. She squirmed...