We were bored. Tired of the same old routine that didn't do it for us anymore. We agreed that the future of our sex life depended on changing things up. We had tried dominant/submissive games and liked the result. She was more than comfortable exercising her dominance and I surprised us both by how easily I slid into the role of being submissive. But there w...
La Paz I had been meaning to call her, but felt embarrassed and ashamed and...well, just not ready. But there she is, exquisite as ever, reaching for agave leaves at Caputo's Grocery. "Elena?" I say to her. She stops her reach. She thinks. I hear her catch her breath. She smiles, turns around. "Michael!" she practically screams. "Oh, Miguel!" She hugs me...
All names and characters in this story are fictional and have no connection with any actual person living or dead. ***** During the dinner, Eduardo smiled a lot, and his flashing, sparkling blue eyes entranced me. He asked me more about my life, including some of the sordid details of guys coming on to me in prison. I looked at his lips as he spoke, and th...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...
The long days of the next week blurred into a sameness for Constance. She fell into a melancholy of the spirit, losing interest in reading and painting and all the other activities that had delighted her only a short while before. She slept late, and frequently napped her way through much of the afternoon, and the rest of the time was passed in absently wa...
Jeremy stared down along the supple, arched back of the young woman his fat dick was wedged into, the warm chocolate of his skin in stark contrast to her creamy complexion. As she bucked and squirmed, impaled on his pistoning shaft, the tattoo along her sweat-slickened spine seemed to dance in front of his eyes. Like a bull he rammed into her, cleaving the l...
Author's note, for all readers: This is Irene's story. My first attempt to write a story based on a reader's fantasy. I am not allowing comments on this fantasy as I am aware that some people who choose to read stories in this category will denigrate this person for their fantasy despite the fact that it is a fantasy not reality. If you find this story e...
Dear Reader, My apologies in advance to all of you who are fluent in Spanish; I am not. Although I have tried to convey what happened and what was said as faithfully as possible, it's possible I've put something in that technically doesn't make sense. Hopefully the intent comes through. I hope you enjoy the story, and when you get to the end, please take...
Baron appeared in his living room. The night at the lab had been long and he'd been unable to focus. The woman intruded his thoughts at every turn. The distraction baffled him. He had no idea what to make of it. Was she a friend? An enemy? Why and how did she invade his thoughts? None of it made sense and the more he thought about it, the more his head ached...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (47 min/mp3) * * * * * I need to tell someone about my experience I had in Paris this past June. Every time I think about it, I get turned on. It's one of those sexual encounters which was so good, you can't help want to keep replaying it over and over. This is a story about two people who meet coincidentally in Paris and t...