"That was nice," Mia said to me as she mopped up the last of her gravy with a piece of buttered bread and popped it into her mouth. "Shall we go into the living room?" I asked. "Do you want to hear more about me?" "Yes please. From where you left off yesterday." "O.k. Are we having wine again?" "If you like." "Oh, I very much like." She got up and wal...
Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. * * * * * My name is Linda. I am a twenty-six year old woman who lives alone in an old house I recently inherited from my grandmother. Th...
***This is a 3 part story. I put this in the Romance section, but it could go into Erotic Couples*** Laura pulled into work late again for the third time this week. Running in heels was not an easy thing to do nor was it easy to get to work on time when the commute was three hours each way. It was not a matter of getting in trouble, but a matter of making u...
Chapter 31 - Rearrangements Dave was walking across the patio on Saturday morning after he'd been on omelet duty with Odessa. He'd then had breakfast with Odessa and she was at his side as he held her hand. He saw Dori laying on a chaise by herself. She was almost naked, as usual, and seemed to be panting. Dave leaned in and kissed her. She puckered up and...
One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
All characters are 18 years of age or older. The story, all names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this story are completely fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, services, or products is intended or should be inferred. Any similarity with real names is only coincidental. This story is inten...
Copyright 2018 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. Sissy School is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincide...
*If my life is a mirror, why does mine have to be one-way with me on the wrong side* (Thank you frontma for the edit. It is appreciated) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) Day One (It's a What?!?) My first day of college began with a six a.m...
It would do no good, at this time, to protest my innocence to this crime for which I have spent the past five years of my life paying my debt to society. The police didn't believe me back then, neither did the twelve people, not smart enough to avoid jury duty, believe me. I had thought that my lovely wife would not only have believed me, but would have wait...
A special thanks to Barney R for his wonderful editing. This is the final chapter. ***** Brad immersed himself in his work to overcome his loneliness. Work had been his saviour before and he turned to it for solace once again. But something had changed these last few weeks. Things were no longer the same. Many a times he would look up from his work and s...