Izzy and I made small talk for a few moments, catching up on the small details of each other's lives. It had really been less than a month since we had spoken, but that's a long time for us. It goes that way though, sometimes talking several times in a week when I have access to a phone, and other times we will go several weeks between calls. We always know...
A reminder that this is part of a Non-Consent/Reluctance series. If you don't want to read about sex where someone is put into that position, then stop now and move on. This is a continuation of what would be considered a "stroke" story, or as I like to call then a Jack(off) and Jill(off) story. I got some requests to continue this not very serious, fictio...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. My name is Kevin and I was 45 years old when a friend told me about internet chat rooms. I knew people were all over the internet, but I didn't have a clue about chat rooms, or any other kind of rooms for that matter. I was not computer savvy and what...
John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern If masturbation were like a volcano, and I the cum like the lava, then the strokes were like the earth moving its...
I love to see an occasional glimpse of a bra strap bra cup, a seam, or a stocking top. I love the look. And I like how they feel. When I was eighteen years old, I knew two girls both named Anna. One fancied me and the other was her best friend. They were always together. "Strip Poker" was just about the most daring thing you would try and play back them. Th...
Her fingers trembled softly as she opened up her laptop, nervous for the encounter she was about to have. As the screen lit up to her desktop she took in a deep breath and sighed softly. Her finger lightly pulls the curser to a video chat icon on the desktop, double clicking upon it. The screen turns white as the program comes up, instantly logging her in. W...
There exist few moments when a simple "yes" or "no", a quick nod or glance, a simple missed opportunity can alter an experience. "If only I had..." or "I wish I would have just asked her...", or "How could I not have noticed?" If only I had known then what I know now. Sometimes you miss these opportunities...but...sometimes you don't. It was the spring of m...
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. PS -- If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing sto...
The Wednesday after Thanksgiving... Cold, wet, and dark with heavy clouds... 8:25 AM Eddie found himself staring at the clock, wondering for the thousandth time whether or not this woman with the very strange story and very bizarre request was going to show up. He had a side bet with himself that she would not. That hadn't stopped him from preparing thou...
*NB: this chapter is told from the view point of Ashley* There was something about Vespa that made me happy, but I just could not place it. When she brought us food and was sitting so close to me I felt at ease, as if she was someone I trusted. I believed in fate and the supernatural because it was such an important part of my life growing up. My mother w...