("A Boy Named Samantha" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.") I'm sure everyone who has attended a high school reunion has been shocked for one reason or another. Some people change dramatically and lives take directions no one ever would have predicted. My fi...
Adele knew that he'd be calling soon. His name was Marco and he was a friend of her father's. He was 35, shaven-headed, hazel eyes, goatee, tattoos and simply gorgeous. Adele adored the way he looked, the way he smelled, his maturity, the way he paid attention to her when she walked into the room. She suspected he felt the same way about her too, but she had...
Deep in the night, the moon throws its silver beams downward into the trees, the forest illuminated with light shining thru the branches, making it seem mystical and haunting. The branches move lightly with the wind, throwing their shadows this way and that, causing the forest floor to seem to be dancing to a slow beat. Slowly out of the shadows of the fores...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "You do remember our anniversary is next week, don't you?" Amy asked. "Of course I do, honey," I replied, trying to keep from raising my voice, which would let her know for sure I was lying. "Well, have you got me anything y...
John really likes to have an erection. There is just something about feeling that tension in the skin, the weight pulling at his hips. It is something to grip in your hand. Nearly all his life he has done many things to get his erection so he can enjoy it properly. On the screen of his laptop, John is watching a live video webstream. This stream is on his...
"Roland." She said, sitting across from him in the single cell dungeon in which he was trapped. He didn't respond to it; he knew she wasn't there. His head hung low as his neck drooped, his red mane of hair falling down his face as he struggled with the phantasm's voice in his ear. He sat on the bare stone floor, one leg sticking out and the other pulled up,...
Pushing away the coffee cup, the flash of my red painted nails caught my eye in a nearby mirror. Judging by the reflected sideways glances from men in the café my facial surgery had worked even better than I had thought. I was a 24 year old Shemale, with long dark hair and breast implants to die for. New in town due to a job transfer, I wondered what I shoul...
Comedian Jeff Foxworthy's signature routine lets people know if they might be a redneck. Well, along those same lines, here is how to tell if you might be a breast addict. 1) If you can guess the bra size of every woman you meet but don't have any idea what color their eyes are, you might be a breast addict. 2) If you've spent countless hours searching for...
Note: This is chapter seven of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it. ***** CHAPTER SEVEN – Sunday Night Late "Hahahahaha! Look at that! Oh my GOD!" Jana howled. I felt him struggle, but I was ready for him...
The following is a true experience I had freshman year of college. It opened my eyes to a whole side of me I didn't know existed. "Erika?" I flicked open my eyes. Disoriented and confused, I found myself standing in a cold room. I racked my brain as to how I got here. The last I remembered was studying for an exam with Jake, getting antsy waiting around...