Salome is an historical figure whose existence is recorded by the gospel writers and by the Jewish historian Josephus, and who has for two thousand years stirred the imaginations of artists, writers and composers. The 'Salome' of this story is the central character in an opera by Richard Strauss, based on a play by Oscar Wilde. This 'Salome' performs an erot...
Lydia felt especially naughty that morning. Even more so than usual, if that was possible. Perhaps it was the fact that she was on her first overnight trip with her new man, albeit less than a hundred miles from her home. Or more likely, was the fact that she had just gotten, as the Brits might say, "royally and properly fucked" by pre-dawn this morning....
Back in 1990, when we were living in St. Louis, I'll never forget what happened one long weekend when my wife was out of town for her grandfather's funeral, and I couldn't get off work to go with her. There was this gal who lived in our small, 11-unit apartment building in the Tower Grove East historic district. I first noticed her because she had a really n...
I'd been with Kim for two years. We got together when I moved to the city and the sparks flew right away. We had dated a while by now. Things had been getting too predictable and I knew if the sex was going to get interesting, I was the one that would have to make it happen. I decided to do just that. This was a gradual process that had started in the winte...
It had been three long months since Savannah's confrontation with her mystery guy and every day that passed she became more and more paranoid. Knowing that any sexual encounter she had could very well be used as future blackmail material, she'd seriously curtailed such activities as best she could. Though she had to concede on one point; her own sex drive wa...
I am the first wife, lover and concubine of a man who is married to four other women and the fictitious articles that will follow are both my fantasies and my experiences. We met at Princeton in a comparative religion class. He swept me off my feet with his bedroom eyes, his chiseled chin, and poetry that would send chills and tingles throughout my body. Hi...
My name is Lynette Adler. I'm 26 and I live in New York City. I'm a curator at the Guggenheim Museum of Art. I love doing what I do and all, even though it has gotten kind of boring. My home life was also boring; my husband Derek, a Xerox salesperson, and I had a very large rift in our 6-year old marriage. All that plus my overprotective, overbearing mothe...
"Vance," the P.A. system crackled, "Delivery service to the front." Vance was relaxing in the break room, his Vans up on the table, his fingers laced behind his neck. He took his feet down and stood up, checking his pockets for wallet and keys. He'd been about to return to the front anyway, to bag groceries. A smile crept across his handsome features. A del...
Chapter 1 I was walking through the airport when I saw him. Sitting at the bar, having a drink, there he was. I checked my skirt, it was not to wrinkled. But I was glad I was wearing sexy lingerie. I was hoping he would see it! I sat down next to him, and accidentally on purpose brushed his thigh. We started talking, he was headed to Memphis, and had an h...
Sept. 27th She did it. She finally agreed to do it. We're having a threesome. We found another girl willing to lick her pussy. Neither of us understands it really. Lesbians seem to gravitate to her. Even straight women want to fuck her. It's very strange really. Don't get me wrong, I think she's the most beautiful creature on the planet. But, as she l...