This is a story of fantasy. I was asked by a friend to write about her. She didn't give me a topic but I do know some of her sexual preferences and fetishes. This is a fantasy story about a real person. I have changed her name for her animosity but her persona is real, I hope you enjoy. I would appreciate comments and I know she will. Be nice please, if you...
From a sexual perspective, what follows is a rags to riches story. My name is Mike Lewis. I'm a forty five year old recently divorced retiree. It's a mouthful isn't it? I'm sure to a lot of men my age, that description sounds pretty good. And heck, by the time I actually fit that description, my life was already on the rise. Two years ago, my Wife, Naomi, w...
We spent the rest of that long weekend in Fantasyland. We shopped. We dined. We went out drinking and dancing, just us girls. Can you believe it? God, what a rush! We fucked; a lot. It was fast, furious, frantic. It was slow, soft, sensual. We did it everywhere in the house, over the hood of the car, in the changing room of the boutique where we were trying...
Dear Readers, I submit, for your reading pleasure, the next installment of Lyssa and Emmett's story. KemMyst ******* Rumors were rampant. Pack members looked at each other suspiciously. They all assumed one of the wolves came from Ross but there had to be another. Gates wolves knew the other had come from Foster. Family members, who were now part of othe...
The week of her 13th birthday, Sandra decided to become a model. Her mom subscribed to numerous fashion magazines and had herself been a runway model years before Sandra's birth. Sandra took a dispassionate look at herself in the mirror and decided that she would never be tall enough to model high fashion, but she was determined to work in front of a camera...
Author's Statement: I sculpted this tale from the viewpoint of the female character, and it is written in the present tense. It was a little difficult for me to write in this tense so I may not do it again. Be advised it will take several pages before the action gets stroking hot, but using personal experience, I wanted to set up the scenes as realistically...
Author's Note: I've been itching to write this story ever since I heard a certain song. Everyone interprets things in different ways. This is how I pictured this song. You're probably wondering what song I'm talking about. It's called "Hoppipolla" by the Icelandic band Sigur Ros. If you haven't heard it before, check it out. It will change your life. Happy R...
Ever felt like you were on some sort of adventure that’s being filmed by some cosmic director, as if your whole life in one particular instance was a solo scene out of “Thelma and Louise”? That summed up my feelings at the moment quite well. I stepped out of my old 1976 Buick Skylark convertible, which was coated in a blanket of desert dust. The sun was me...
[You can find my other stories under my original user name 130260] Lorna finished tying the lace of her brand new white plimsoll and lovingly stroked the smooth and gleaming white canvas with the lightest touch of her perfectly manicured fingertips. Until Steve had turned her on to the very special pleasure of wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks,...
Allyson hadn't been this happy in her whole life. She was about to become the brand new wife of Mr. John Bennett, or more appropriately John Bennett Esquire. At twenty-three years old she was an almost newlywed living in a brand new home in new town in the northwest. Allyson was a fresh graduate from a small liberal arts college back east where her hard work...