Just as Trish had been prompt for my haircut appointment, she arrived right on time at my house for her massage. I gave her a quick tour of the main part of the house. I'm rather proud of the way it came together. I've got about 6,000 square feet in the main house and another 1,200 in the guest casita that I use for massages. We walked outside past the poo...
He wanted to watch her. "Watch me what?" A soft smile curved her lips. She enjoyed teasing him, seeing just how far he'd let her go before his face darkened and his lips formed a tight line. She would push just a little further than that, because she liked making it up to him, liked when his gruffness turned back to tenderness; usually after she was bound t...
This is a true story. I lived in the mid-west when I was in my late twenties and building a career. Shortly after we relocated my live-in girlfriend had moved out, leaving me alone in a sparsely furnished one-bedroom apartment. I spent most of my time working starting around eight or nine each morning and usually not leaving the office until seven or eight...
Message in a bottle I did not send him a message in a bottle, but I might as well have done. You see when I first met him it was quite by accident. Our paths should never have crossed. He came to me when times were tough, when after months of believing that I was coping, I really, really wasn't. I thought I was doing just fine, but then hindsight is a great...
maybe it had a little something to do with the way I remember you watching me in the shower the first time. I went on about my business as if you were not absorbing every move I made. The feelings you brought on made me feel I was a princess, a woman to be seen and appreciated in the nude. Just as I turned around to brace my leg on the edge of the tub, you...
The blanket sat on the ground nestled between two willow trees in the back of the family graveyard where one could be alone with their thoughts should one need or want to be. Life at the asylum was usually quiet, as they rarely had visitors with exception of those who wandered onto the property. Lia rose early on Thursday morning, sitting up in bed her gaz...
The Wild Literotican Or How Bwaba Wawtaws survived a night alone, in the jungle. This is Hugh Downers. Tonight on forty-eight minutes Bwaba and crew are on location near the last known sighting of a group of literoticans. Her objective: to capture on film, the last of the literoticans in the wild. ~Music rolls in and then scene shifts to a very dark and...
I am a misfit. I always have been...and always will be. I am a throwback to another time. And to evolved for this one. I am a romantic. A true romantic. Whether it be the trashy romance novels that I have been reading since I was twelve and writing for almost as long. Or the idealistic way that I see the world and the people in it. I love being different. I...
Alex had called me to her studio. I had been utterly busy with work, the last time I had seen her had been months ago in one of the expositions. I rang on the doorbell and the lock clicked open a few seconds later with nobody asking through the intercom about the ringer's identity. I walked in to the lower floor of the duplex that doubled as her studio. The...
My name is Pat and I have been with my wife, Kelly, for 4 years. We have an active sex life but sometimes I think she is bored with the missionary position we use to get her off (as she rubs her clit against my pelvis more to get off than from the penetration). I also suspect that she is less than satisfied with my 6 inch, but somewhat slim, penis. To spice...