I hope you've heard my wife's side of our little story of how we got started "playing." I want to give you my side. As she told you, my name is Logan Wallman. I'm forty years old, married to Alissa. You know all this; let me get right to my side of the story. My buddy Russell and I went on a weekend fishing trip. It was just a good excuse to get away. We fi...
Chapter 16 Gwen and Jamie leaves. Freddie's alone with his bad self. "Yes, of course, I'd love for you to come and stay for a visit. When? Next weekend? Okay. Sure. I'd love to finally meet you. Hotel? No, don't be silly. I won't hear of it. I have plenty of room to put you two up here at my house. Oh, you're coming alone and without your husband? I'm sorr...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
Hello *I made a couple of mistakes on my last submission 1. the diamond comes out of the pommel, not the crossguard 2. it is the scabbard, not the hilt, that has the angel/dragon design on it *I haven't fully decided what direction I want this story to go yet so it will be moving a little slowly. I left our apartment, after strapping my new dagger onto...
It was the morning after the night before. Rachel and Kate were very late up; they had missed breakfast and upset the chambermaid by being in their room when she wanted to clean it. "Do you think we should go to the conference?" Rachel asked. Kate yawned. "I suppose we could put in an appearance, collect some papers and reports to impress Desmond, then do...
"I think we should be able to get laid whenever we want," Roxanne said. "Really?" Susan asked. "Whenever? Wherever? Whomever?" "Why not?" Roxanne made it a statement, not a question. "Yeah, why not?" Patty agreed. "Why should guys have all the fun?" "They shouldn't," Donna said as she blew cigarette smoke into the air so it would drift off Roxanne's porc...
CHAPTER 1 At last new widower Charlie Creek was left sole occupant of his home. His two daughters had returned respectively to Rome and Los Angeles to their families after coming for the funeral and had cleared the house of most of Beth's things but had left the photographs of her undisturbed. Now his only company where his thoughts. At least a half dozen...
What lies before you is neither a story, a poem, or a piece of fiction. What these words will represent is a small testament of what it is like being me. Give me feedback. First of all, Hello. My name is not important for this particular expression of my life. I'm currently a 25-year-old male of 5'10" with brown hair and brown eyes who once weighed as much...
"Is that an eyeball?" Voodoo asked, though her senses were confirming to her that yes, it was absolutely an eyeball. It even had that new eyeball smell. "Yeah!" Bryan said, as enthusiastic about disembodied body parts as he was about just about everything. "An eagle actually plucked it out of this guy's head, he had to get an eyepatch, Hank said it reminde...
Tonya smiled as she finished reading the missive from the Shlonski brothers. Apparently they missed her quite a lot (hence, it was a "missive" rather than a regular letter), but not enough to come home. The three well-endowed dwarfs were feeling quite at home with their cockies in many bums over in Gwendolyn and Al's kingdom, and so they'd decided to officia...