The Salt Lake City anniversary trip had been over for a little over a week. The first several days home we would talk about how a certain guy on the trip had fucked her or how much the guy came inside her. We didn't think we could make a good guess about how much cum she had taken. Mainly we talked about it a lot from both my viewpoint and the way Judith...
I sat behind my office desk, undecided. In my desk drawer were a pair of lacy, emerald-green panties. From Giana. Or at least, I assumed they were from Giana - after all, after we'd talked about how much her pictures had excited me, and how hard talking with her had gotten me, she'd risen from her chair, excused herself to the ladies' restroom, and return...
What you are about to read is based on actual experiences and people. Only the dialogues have been reconstructed. Hal and Joyce Brennan are the main characters. They are both in their early 50's. They are a loving couple and devoted to each other. They are ordinary-looking people. Not the beautiful people of Hollywood nor of many erotic stories. He is 5' 10"...
(with passages by Sapho) The hours were dragging on. My hectic schedule at my university had strained my pocketbook, my qouta of sleep, and almost all of my personal relations. When I had graduated high school, I thought earning an english lit degree would be simple enough - a class there a seminar here. How far from the truth that turned out to be. I was p...
This is a story about my best friend Donna. Donna was a shopaholic. Rumor has it that she couldn't go into a store without buying something. So Donna ended up with a lot of weird things in her house, but mostly she just had every closet crammed with clothes. Donna was a stay-at-home mom, like the rest of us. She had four kids. But she didn't seem to have an...
Next morning, I kissed Davy goodbye when the taxi came to take him to the airport. He'd been hired to play on an album on the west coast. When we'd made love one last time very early, I'd told him Claudio was coming over day after tomorrow and that I'd make his damn movie for him. I had a bit less trouble focusing at the rehearsal that morning. Desperation...
I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback! Chapter Two Belar entered the stables to find Taria standing beside two horses, saddled and ready to go. A sleepy eyed boy stood next to her, hands filled with hay. His eyes never left her as he raised the hay to the horses' mouths. Taria had shed the white robes of the Amur and w...
Author's Notes: 1. In this story, James Kirk reveals that he is a sadist. If you do not want to think of Kirk in this way, then you probably should not read this story. But it's not as bad as it sounds, because Spock makes it all logical. :-) 2. This story features a gay relationship between Kirk and Spock. If this idea displeases you, this is not the stor...
Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved Thank you for opening my third story. I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to SoCalOvid for his fine editing. Without his skill, the read would be tense. **** Honkkkk! blared the car horn. Mike Merrill jumped back, his mind on other things completely unaware of stepping in front of the red minivan. Looking up at the yo...
When I woke up, it was getting dark out. The last remnants of sunlight were coming through the skylight. Tristan was still asleep. I glanced over at him, studying his face as he slept, noticing the way his nose curved, his lips, his long grayish hair and beard. Having a man in my bed was so strange after all these years. Four or so hours ago he was a strange...