"It's just that I feel so dirty and degraded. I don't know if I want this." Simone started crying for the third time since she had come to Dr. Ryan's office. She had detailed how her husband had 'fucked her face', as Dr. Ryan referred to the incident and how she had masturbated after he walked off. She tried in vain to make Dr. Ryan understand how degraded a...
I was getting ready for work when I found the few printed pages on the kitchen table obviously left earlier by my husband John before he left for work. I took a few minutes to read the story of a wife being lured into an interracial sexual encounter by her husband. The similarities with me were too close to be accidental. While not expected, I wasn't totally...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age and older. * I don't care what anybody says, deep down, there's a voyeur in all of us. If any of us were given the chance to secretly watch the intimate secrets and the dirty deeds of others, I think we'd all take that chance. My first experience of voyeurism takes me back to when I was a school girl, and abou...
"Alright, Richards. Nearly show time," I muttered to myself as I slid out of the car. I walked around to the passenger side to get my briefcase and hand-outs, my two-inch black heels crunching on the gravel drive of the community building. My knee-length wool coat kept most of me warm against the early autumn wind, but blasts of unwelcome chill smacked again...
Part: The First We met at one of her customary haunts, a busy little Brazilian place called Bossa Nova. From our table, conveniently located near the front entrance, the crowded market was in full view. Its customers busily scurried about in what seemed an existence parallel to, but absent chance of intersection with, our nearly motionless selves. Upon a...
It's 10pm, you are waiting for me in your room at the Grand Hotel. I should have been with you an hour before and you're beginning to get restless waiting for me. You are beginning to wonder if I'll turn up at all, but something, deep down, tells you I'll be there. You rise from the bed and head to the fridge to get another beer, still dressed to impress fr...
This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess. * Her Story "Happy Birthday, baby," Ray said, placing a folde...
The venture had started off so well. The party had left with plenty of provisions, torches and rope. Their weapons were honed to a gleaming edge, matched only by their wit. They were a well-rounded group, with a doctor, a cook, men at arms, and more. But like so many other ventures Baulder had volunteered for, it had all gone wrong in a blink. They had met...
With a purposeful stride, Shona walked across the playing field. Ducking behind the cricket pavilion, she dug her cigarettes out of her blazer pocket. Extracting one from the packet, she put it between her lips and lit up with several quick, lung filling puffs before continuing on her way. Smoking as she walked, Shona quickly reached the dilapidated structur...
Shirley went on to explain, "Linda has two bedrooms, both with king-sized beds. What are in the jars are our six names. We pick the pieces of paper at random and..." "...and," Julie interrupted to further elaborate, "We have two threesomes until the morning." "Cool!" hissed Paul "But!" Julie went on further, "no same sex trios ok?" "That means...?" Tom s...