One of the best things in life is finding love where you're looking. I didn't find it there that morning. I woke up feeling a silent breath on my shoulders as she slept next to my skin. In precocious places we had melded burning my senses, returning me to the memories of the night before. I could still taste her kisses on my lips and her skillful fingers tan...
I was recently reading a book where some of the characters kept an oral history. I believe that rather than write it, they simply archived their voice recordings. The phrase stuck in my mind and I thought it would be fun to write a story about Theresa's "oral history". There was a lot of back and forth before I was able to produce this (mostly) fictional acc...
This is Angie - A little bit of pre-story notes. For those of you that have chosen to send hate mail - get a life, this is a story. If you hate blacks are blacks on white females so much than why the hell are you even in this section reading the stories. For those of you who fell it is necessary to send copies to me red line with all the things I did wrong i...
"Rick?" "Yeah hun? What's up?" he answered, in the most masculine way possible. It could only have had credibility if he was not fully dressed as a female. But his eyes never left the TV screen, a sure sign of his piggish maleness. Diane sighed. "Rick, we need to talk. Now." He glanced furtively at her and then resumed watching the game. "Only three minut...
Note: This story is the sixty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...
I was worried, my wife Carol had told me after her lesbian encounter with the two bi girls she may never go back to heterosexual lovemaking. But I needn’t have, by the next morning she’d got all her other urges back. She told me she only wanted sex with females occasionally as it gave her more sexual scope. She said she was still in love with me as much as...
This is a secret I have kept to myself for years, about what my stepmother Teresa did one summer morning. Now, I think it's time I made all privy to this strange and lurid tale; the account of "Your Mum, Your Mum!" Some months after the incident of "Teresa's Torture" [which will be in another story] when I was 18, it happened. Firstly, I heard some of the l...
Brenda was spring-cleaning the closets. She smiled to herself as she packed some of the kids old clothes into plastic bags. The kids had grown up so fast and the clothes had hardly been worn and were still practically new. She had offered the clothes to Stephanie, whose sister had just given birth. Steph had gratefully accepted and had agreed to come over an...
He was cheating on her again. Just like before, Emily had confronted him and they'd worked their way from flat-out denial to confession. Just like before, he had sworn that it was "compulsion, nothing more" that had landed him in another woman's bed. But unlike before, this time Emily had had enough had handed him his ring back and made it clear that the onl...
The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial * * * * * My Diary Charlotte Panvois April...