For as long as she can remember, Owen has been infatuated with her presence in his college life. How can he not? Her medium-cut brown hair, her petite yet perky figure, her slender and toned belly, and, his favorite part-her long slender legs, has made Clarissa his fantasy all day long. Since the day they befriended each other, Owen has always been her go-to...
As I've boldly stated in previous works I believe that role play will help you survive lockdown until normal sex lives are resumed. But even during a pandemic I consider that some sexual fantasies should remain just that. So, if I was to mention the word 'Thunderbirds' I'm not advising you to trawl the internet looking for superannuated supermarionation stoc...
It happens when we fear there's nothing special about us: we allow our secrets to make us special. With our secrets, we set ourselves apart from the crowd. And when the secrets we're hiding are known by all, or when we realize our misdeeds are so commonplace our secrets aren't even all that remarkable, we set out to make new secrets. They make us feel import...
Lizzie, a 25 year old career girl, wanted a bit of "me time." Work had been stressful of late and she needed to get away from her hectic city life. It was August and she was owed some holiday. Lizzie therefore set off for a few days of solitary hiking and camping in a remote forested area some fifty miles from her home city. By day three of the hike Lizzie...
My wife, Anna, is very conservative when it comes to sex. She never masturbates, and is never curious or experimental. She never has even hinted at being sexually interested in anyone. She only wanted straight sex, no oral (giving or receiving), no other positions but missionary and the occasional doggy style for a quickie. The only occasional bright spot is...
I pulled out Andy's report from the envelope and I began reading. It seems that the two men that are dining with Marie and Mallory are senior executives in Malory's firm. The one seated with Marie is Jameson Kenner, the son of the firm's founder; he's a senior salesman and works in the sales department. The man seated next to Mallory in the photographs is...
I cranked my eyes open to stare at the ceiling. Off white. Popcorn texture. Sunlight was just starting to filter in past the heavy curtains, and I rolled my head to the right, checked the bedroom clock. A bit after six. The bed rustled as I shifted to my left side. Jessie was sleeping next to me, on her back, head turned in my direction. I lay there and ad...
Lucy was twenty-four and had never ridden a bike. "That's right Chuck, I can't ride a bike." Chuck was Lucy's coworker, best friend, and sometimes lover. At the moment, they were lounging by the pool at the apartment complex they both lived in. "I thought everyone learned to ride as a child," Chuck said as he rolled his head to the left to look at his best...
Psyche's eyes drifted side to side, following her husband Eros' journey across their floor. He ran his fingers through his hair grasping the ends. He had been at it for days. He would walk to their viewing pool and look down at the mortals then back to his endless pacing. Psyche rolled her eyes. Why did he care so much for those useless ants? They hadn't sho...
It's hard for me to remember the first signs that my marriage was irretrievably fucked, and just about to go belly up. There was no actual defining moment when I realised that this was it, the point of no return had been reached, and there was no going back. The end sort of snuck up on me. All that I knew was that it was some time ago, and I was careful to n...