Note: This story has lots of exhibitionism, a bit of light bondage, and a hell of a lot of cheap shots against wannabe literary critics and the anonymous trolls that we all love to hate. I will admit it is not the most original themed story I have ever written but still fun in my opinion. As always, if these things are not your thing, seek life elsewhere. Yo...
Karen and I had worked together for a number of years and had developed a close office friendship, frequently lunching together and even traveling together to the half dozen yearly trade shows requiring a company presence. She was very pretty in that "girl next door" kind of way, with long strawberry blonde hair and a softly freckled face. I admired her sha...
While Vera was enjoying her "Damsel in Distress" contest, Natasha and Lajos were enjoying each other at the Morton Grove abode. In the one plus year they had known each other; they had morphed into a curiously understanding but unorthodox relationship. They were committed to each other. They considered themselves a married couple. In their view all they la...
Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper. As she turned nineteen years of age, she reflected on her satisfaction with her life. She could not be happier with her academic studies at Northwestern University, as she was thoroughly enjoying being a coed. She was maintaining a 3.75 GPA including non-music courses. She loved expanding her technical knowledge of m...
Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wi...
I playfully wrestled on the bed with my wife, Monica, late one night. I had one of her hands pinned above her head while I stretched with my other arm to reach the lamp on our bedside table. Just as my fingertips had barely touched the light switch, she bit me on the shoulder, causing me to recoil. "Ow!" I yelped. "That hurt!" "Don't be such a baby," she t...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This story is a loosely based sequel to 'It's Vegas Bitch!'. This story was inspired by all the requests I've received in the past two years to give it a sequel. Hope you all enjoy! ****************** Las Vegas, Nevada The sound...
Disclaimer: Bork bork bork. I don't feel like writing out the full disclaimer. Anyone portrayed fucking or having sexy-time is over 18. There you go. Chapter 4- I Must Really Like You I started to wake up and stretched slowly. I couldn't feel Janie next to me and opened my eyes. The curtains were open, letting light into the room. I saw Janie sitting on...
Choices and Resolutions I would like to thank all of you who've read this series and hope that you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would like to thank my editor and mentor Randi for her kind words of encouragement and sound editing advice. You are terrific. Enjoy JDC. +++++++ Jillian was lying on her stomach, trying to catch he...
Foreword: Going to be plenty of debauchery from here on out. Also lots of consent talk, because I find that hot. References to male-on-male sex are only conversational, btw; I want to acknowledge it without any shaming or put-downs in the story, but I won't be writing it 'cause it's just not my thing. It happens, but it won't happen for the protagonist, and...