There she was again tonight, quietly making her way down the stairs of her beach house, looking behind to make sure that she was alone. She was barefoot, and the moment she stepped off the last step, she felt the sand under her feet. She paused, playfully squelched the sand so that she could feel it between her toes. An almost child-like smile spread across...
The Party & The Play The night was warm, humid, fecund even the very fabric of the old warehouse building lent character to the atmosphere. An underlying scent of bleach was accentuated by the familiar background of the Ganga smoke, poppers and heavy male sex aromas that by 0200 had built up with the exertions of the participants of the party and the play....
Be warned: there is no explicit sex in this story. This is not about BTB or RAAC. As a potentially interesting exploration in storytelling, I am writing a series of stories about a fictitious organization designed along the lines of Alcoholics Anonymous where both people who have cheated on their spouses and the spouses they cheated on can both find support...
Just remember love is for all genders and sexualities. Love is, therefore, limitless. Not all romances full under a vanilla umbrella. We can give love to our crossdressing boys x So there was this small gathering of people. In fact, there were very few people. I had told most of the kids not to bother with my birthday as they had all made an effort to atten...
In another day, Miriam Dowling would either be immortal or she would be dead. The provisions had run out this morning. She'd already sent back her guides a week ago; their job was only to take her to the mountain pass described on the ancient map she'd bought. After a week of threading her way through icy ravines and down rocky defiles, in the freezing cold...
The Starlight Sonata, Part II (note: part one of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years I The air was so cold that the snow underfoot crunched like shards of broken glass on cold, dry stone; each breath the boy drew-in burned so sharply it made his clear blue eyes water. The cold seared his eyes, tears formed and ran d...
Rekha was surprised how easily her so called limit was gone. It left her blushing to realize that she was not only kissing someone besides her husband, she was doing it in a public place and that too in front of her friend. It was too much of a realisation for Rekha to digest. Jaya tried to strike a conversation but Rekha avoided it all together. The person...
I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of...
Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors. Chapter 10: A Really Big One For Debbie D+5 I can't believe it! I am really going to get another one! Two nights in a ro...
Chapter 1: The Transformation I live in a midwestern university town, and there are plenty of internationally renowned experts in this and that. When a famous artist Marcelo asked my wife Sierra to model for him, she asked me what I thought. She was asking for feedback, but I gave her permission. I wasn't comfortable with it, but the "man in charge" inside...