As I lay on my bed, enveloped in the darkness of my tiny college bedroom, snow flurries gently tapped on my window. My computer's screen saver cast a palette of shifting colors on me. My hands trembled as I held my cell phone; a scrap of notebook paper rested on my unstable leg. Three days—I had allowed three days to pass since the laundry room encounter....
Author's note: This story is inspired by rachlou's wonderful story series, "Show Me Heaven." There is nothing much similar about these stories, except the basic premise of a shy girl who is lured from her shell by a caring girlfriend and a patient man. ^ ^ ^ ^ Jane Smith finished filing the last of that day's work, and neatly stacked the leftover documents...
The doorbell rang. "Fuck," Lucy exclaimed under her breath. She glanced down at the odometer on the treadmill, just one half mile short of her eight-mile target. Sweaty, and pissed that she didn't have time for a cool down, she hit the stop button. "Give me a minute," she shouted up the stairwell. Debbie fidgeted at the front door, already regretting the...
Margaret Cabot I'm horny. It's been seven days since Tom spent the weekend fucking me to delirium. My week in Vegas was enjoyable especially looking for his special gift. During the stay I was attracted to a number of men, and hit on several times. Being desired by other men was a boost to my pride, but I'm only thinking of Tom. I feel like a virgin waiting...
[Hopefully, you read enough of the story that you will easily be comfortable with a man "married" to three sisters and in relationship with another adult woman. This is fiction. I have no personal history of being "married" to four women. There is sex in this family and it isn't always vanilla. It is all loving. As always your votes and comments are encourag...
"Blah, blah, blah... " said the banker. "Blah, blah, blah..." said the lawyer. Their blond prissy wives smiled and nodded in agreement. "And what do you do?" asked one of them, turning to me with a grin. "Well," I hesitated, " I'm a...an anthropologist." Everybody fainted looking intrigued, the men nodded wisely and the women adopted a mystified look....
This first installment is mostly set up. This set up will allow the coming updates to be mostly sexual in nature. This is an interracial story. If this offends you please do not read. ***** I can't really say where it all started. I mean, beginnings after all are such difficult things. Did I begin at conception, or at birth? Did my essence begin with my fa...
Ashley and I, Brett Pierson, first met in third grade. For some reason we were always friends, even though we were quite different and usually hung out with different crowds. I was more of an introvert – although I consider myself an ambivert – while she definitely is an extrovert. Both of us are decent looking although we'd never make it as one of the "beau...
Brian Levine no longer considered himself to be an average American husband. Sure, he had the prerequisite wife, good job, home in the suburbs, two cars and a television for every room. But how many husbands let their wives meet with a black man to fuck every two weeks? Despite what the slutwife porn sites would have you believe, Brian guessed that the figur...
This is a fictional account. * * * * * Author's Note: I'm hoping you all like this, though I imagine it will not please everyone. It's different somewhat from my other works for a reason. If you don't like interracial sex, you might want to exit now. Enjoy, hopefully. * * * * * Kelli had been away at college in Texas from her home on a farm in upstate...