If you are looking for a quick fuck story, this isn't it. It's a love story with explicit sensuality. It takes a while to develop, but if you stick with it, you will find rewards. And don't get all weird about the word "crippled." It is passé, but that is the word India uses to describe her condition. * My name's Tom. I'm a pretty typical college student...
My name is Amber Martinez. I have enrolled at J. Oscar University and trying to decide on the sorority I should join. All of them were very welcoming as I heard but I couldn't decide which one was for me. I guess I should describe myself before we get to the good stuff. My mother's a chef that cooks for fancy parties and my dad is an accountant so we're sor...
"Hey bartender, can I get another drink?" Brian asked, over the noisy bar. The bartender, a petite brunette, walked over and cleared the empty, and replaced it with a fresh beer in one swift motion. "This is for you." he said, as he laid a five dollar bill on the bar. She took the bill, and stuffed it in the tip jar. Brian took a sip, and surveyed the room,...
Chapter One: The Sex School Jasper Coleman, who was still adjusting to consciousness, stood with an absent stare just a few feet from the front door of his apartment. His surroundings were dark, only the light of the outside city illuminated the dull setting; and even then, a minuscule amount reached where he stood. The clock that hung behind him ticked at...
This one is pretty weird, even for me; if you are squicked by extreme scatology then you should probably just move along to another story. It's the result of one of those sleep-deprivation-induced writing sessions, done mostly in one shot and then edited for modest coherence. Now that this is out of my system, I think I can return to "Instant-On" in a "softe...
In 1985 I had met Ali and her friends while working as a vendor at the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in western South Dakota. Ali had broken the strap that was holding a dildo in her young pussy in place and came to my leather booth to see if I could help her fix it. Before I could repair the strap. Ali was chased down the street in her ponygear by a rent-a-cop...
So here's how I ended up living in Leamington, Ontario of all places. I was driving across the US from South Carolina to visit some friends in California and see the Pacific ocean for the first time(not to mention get with some nice and freaky Cali girls if I had the chance), and I stopped in Arizona for a night before finishing the trip the next morning. I...
The door bell chimed as Denna walked toward the front door. Peering through the window, Jen stood at the edge of the patio with her arms crossed in front of her. "Hey, you made it!" Denna said, while the door continued to open. "Hi Denna, hope I'm not too early." Jen said, as she stepped inside. "You didn't mention a time." As she looked for a clock on th...
As those who know me here are well aware, I have voyeuring down to a science, regularly catching women in the neighborhood undressing by applying tried and true techniques. But that's not what happened in this case. My next-door neighbors, who have four young kids and both work, hired a sitter for the summer. I'd noticed her, of course, and that she was a...
I hope you enjoyed reading Lexi, Chapter 1. If this is the first chapter you are reading, let me introduce myself. My name is Lexi, and I love sex, pleasure and pain. I am writing a journal of my most memorable sexual experiences. I have always experimented, touched and played with myself as far back as I can remember. I started our last tale at the beginnin...