And there I was, wondering how I had ended up sitting completely naked between two fully clothed men, with a camera pointed straight at me. My cheeks burning red, and that place between my legs on fire. At the time I was covering myself, shielding my most intimate parts from view. "Okay, is everybody ready?" The interviewer had said. The man on my left, Ma...
Notes: 1.It would really be beneficial to read the first 5 chapters of this story. 2. All comments welcome, especially those who can't separate fiction from reality - you really are the most amusing. Next in the amusement category are the moralizers. 3. I'm still not responsible for the nature of the stories in the "Loving Wives" section - perhaps some o...
Chapter 11: A Gift From Stony. ***Thursday, August 15, 2304*** On Thursday afternoon Alicia texted that she would be in late Friday night, but not to pick her up since the committee had arranged for a limo service. It was the first good news I'd had since White Girl Pride Day and perfect timing coming into a three day weekend. Everyone had Friday off to co...
I feel neglected. There. I said it. I'm engaged to a man that hasn't seemed to care about my needs in months and we've only been intimate when I initiate, and when we finally do something, he finishes quickly and is done. We moved 200 miles away from anyone we know because he took a new job. I thought that since I was making a sacrifice and leaving every...
A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a very short maternity dress approached the short, dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaims. "You must be ... you are ... Homer Vargas!" "What a daring surmise. Why do you think so?" "You look just like him." "Hmm, so I've been told." "Yo...
The following is true. Some of the chronology might be off, since so much happened, and I did not keep a diary. Everything is true except the names. Maybe. * After the night on the leather couch, Rod and I knew much more about each other. I was very pleased with myself, and had the confidence that I could get Rod to do whatever I wished, and he, as well, m...
Emily Janson was devastated when she got the call that Jonathan, the man she was to marry in two weeks, was just killed in a motorcycle accident. Holding the phone to her ear, her breath leaving her, she stood still, unable to speak, unable to comprehend the words she heard. The call came from Jonathan's mother, who had just been called by the police. "Oh n...
When I was 18, I thought I was a nice girl. I had a boyfriend, Paris, who had forced me into typical sexual experiences up to that point. At first, I tried to remain slightly virtuous, but the more I experienced, the more I disliked denying myself pleasure, and soon craved what every woman wished for. I wanted to enjoy sex and be nasty, fuck, and watch men c...
I wanted to write something different and I want to hear you enjoy it. I don't want to write some script for you to fill in, I don't want to hear your faked pleasure. The rules for this are simple. I'm going to tell you what to do with yourself and you're going to do it.You'll speak when told to.You'll beg when required.You'll pant out your filthiest fant...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (15 min/mp3) * * * * * I wanted to record something different and I want to hear you enjoy it. The rules for this are simple. I'm going to tell you what to do with yourself and you're going to do it. You'll speak when told to. You'll beg when required. You'll pant out your filthiest fant...