Torches flanked the hollowed-out chamber deep underground. A large stage shaped like a crescent moon ended abruptly, its gradual slope of steps leading to a wide open space with enough cushioned seating for several hundred people. A crystal chandelier twinkled coyly in the torchlight, perched above the proceedings in all its decadent splendor. A tall man s...
Fake Breasts or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Body Fake breasts, they're everywhere. They're in girly magazines, movies, on the streets and in our homes. In the last decade we have been inundated with these ugly, gravity defying, unnatural attachments to the female form, and this blitz of ballooning busts seems unlikely to peter out in the nea...
He was finishing his hour-long walk and jog in the park on a perfect summer day. It was hot but there was a slight breeze, and his path was often in the shade. He was tiring, but kept on, knowing that at his age it took extra effort to keep in any kind of shape. He saw, coming toward him, a woman walking a Great Dane. The Dane looked young and was a handsom...
The next morning Catherine spent hours by the pool watching for the man from the beach. She had no luck with that but she did meet the other girls from yesterday. Robbie went off with some boys and she went shopping with the girls again. Mid-afternoon the gang of teenagers were back at the pool swimming and playing around with the boys doing their best to g...
I love to jerk off. I loved it the first time, and I love it thirty six years later. I hope I'll always love it. No matter what my lovers have thought, yes it's sexual, but it has absolutely nothing to do with my sex with them. My masturbating has nothing to do with whether I like sex with them, it doesn't mean I do or don't want sex with them. It's just tha...
Part 1. "Wendy, what do think about the new couple—Jay and Lauren—that joined our club, yesterday?" "They seemed like they fit in pretty well. My intuition tells me that Lauren's fantasy of having sex with a woman is a product of real experience, not imagination. She seemed to fit in real well with Rhonda, not missing a beat in knowing how to satisfy her s...
The name is Mike Brown. I'm a tall and fairly large Black man. Being six feet eight inches tall and weighing three hundred pounds gets me a lot of attention. It has also put me under scrutiny. More so than most African-American men who are NBA Players. I've often been accused of being somewhat prejudiced. People say that I don't like a lot of people, includi...
Angela knocked on the dark oak door with Professor Ballard's name on the brass plaque mounted at eye level. The deep male voice on the other side of the door called, almost commanded her to come in. As Angela opened the door, the dingy, dark room, filled with the smoke of the Professor Ballard's pipe clued Angela that it would be difficult to ask the Profess...
This is Chapter 3 of a story I started some time ago and have been delinquent in continuing. For those who might have read and enjoyed the previous two chapters I apologize for my procrastination. For those who might here be exposed to this story for the first time, I sincerely hope you will be tempted to read chapters 1 and 2. * * * * * THE TIME: January...
All characters are over 18 ***** "I can't wait to get out of this school." Kayla said. Most 12th graders would be devastated if they found out their family was moving after being in high school for three years than starting something new; but not Kayla. She was a type of girl that had her core group of friends, and everyone else resented her. But there wa...