Phyllis' erotic training is progressing every day and every week. It has become big fun and the joke between her and Mark, "All this has been amazing for me; and exciting. I can't wait to see where we will go next, Dear Mark." "No," he replies, "it's YOU that's amazing. You're the woman of my dreams and I'm in love with you. We'll take so much pleasure wit...
HIM Back in my room I stripped as quickly as possible, leaving my clothes where they fell. I was almost overwhelmed by a compulsion to get clean. I took a very long, very hot shower and I turned the taps all the way on; the temperature reddened my skin and the water stung my scalp like liquid needles. Then I scrubbed myself as if I was trying to shed my ski...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. It introduces several original characters, and is only loosely based on the comic book heroine. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers for personal use only. No copyr...
I scrambled to change my clothes before Jack came upstairs. As it turned out, Dean was right. Jack walked into the bedroom only a few minutes after Dean had exited. I felt panicked, certain that somehow Jack would know what had happened, would be able to read on my face what I had been doing, or would somehow be able to smell the lingering aroma of my initia...
Amsterdam was soon over and all six of us returned to our daily routines and I’ll bet the others, like me, soon started to think of the things that had happened and that might happen in the future. As it turned out James was the one who phoned me one morning and suggested some lunch so that we could chat over ‘a little idea’ he had. I was intrigued and ver...
Author's note: All sex in this made-up story involves humans aged 18+ who do not expect what happens. It is not rape but what happens to this Loving Fiancé is not exactly consensual. Views expressed are not necessarily the author's. Your constructive comments are welcome. If you like this entry in the Winter Holidays 2014 Contest, join the 1% and VOTE! ****...
Henry and Jane's 10th wedding anniversary. 'Do you still have that jacket you wore last week Meredith?' Su Ann asked her good friend calling from her mobile phone. 'Jane needed it for an outdoor event last night and I gave it back to her during the week Su-Ann,' Meredith responded.' 'That's OK. It's about time I bought one for myself,' Su-Ann said. 'Wan...
In the summer of 1969, the Summer of Love, I was a 21 year old gunner aboard a river assault/patrol boat in Viet Nam. My crewmates and I had just completed a four day combat operation near the designated "in-country R&R" city of Vung Tau, and had a 24- hour period of downtime amid more round-eye women than I'd seen in nearly four months. I, along with the...
Night flight to Europe. Night flight from Asia. Recapturing a day as you outrace the spinning globe, lights flashing high up above the dark vastness of the Indian Ocean. Night flight to Europe, from the sun-heated furnace of Jakarta to the soft, grey chill of Frankfurt. Night flight with a lawyer, a lover. I'd admired her, yet again, at the hotel pool that...
She asked me to tell her a story as she lay there beside me, the urban lighting bloom casting a beam across her face through the blinds. Eyes so deep, so inviting, light dancing across them, sparkling stars gazing back at me. Hazel. I remember that before we laid together, rutted core upon core. Telling a story? Picking a story. That's hard. So many, many t...