- 1972 - Three women sat on the couch facing me. Behind them were cheap prints of big eyed kids probably retrieved from a garage sale, and the fake-wood coffee table in front was littered with weed, papers and empty bottles. We were all still bleary from last night's party. The last of the guests left at 3 am, and the girls had to shake me awake from my pl...
ONCE AGAIN EDITED BY THE INCOMPARABLE 'WIRES' WITHOUT WHOM THIS WOULD BE A POORER STORY BY FAR. HIS HELP IS APPRECIATED IMMENSELY. ***** Janice Stover drove her old Jeep Wrangler into the parking lot of her software company. She felt a surge of pride when she saw all the other cars there. It had been a struggle from her first day of operation, but the hard...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling story and VERY British which has been divided into several parts for ease of editing and reading. The individual parts will make more sense if read in sequence as they follow straight on chronologically. Most, but not all chapters contain some sexually explicit sections and the story has a strong incest theme w...
"Continuing education" is what our local tech college calls it. Everyone else refers to it as "old school". This didn't stop me from picking up a few refresher courses, when I was out of work a few years back. At the time I was, what I tongue-in-cheek called, damn near fifty. Of course, the term 'damn near fifty' works from the ages of about 48, until 55....
This is my first shot at writing, so I would appreciate any feedback and any tips. If I get a good enough response, I would love to make a follow up story. All of this is based off of a real life experience. A special thanks to ExperiencedStoryteller for the edits. ***** My name is Carlos. I was never really a one to kiss and tell about my sexual experienc...
I will never forget the first time my wife swallowed my ejaculate. We were young and just beginning to learn some of the secrets that had been so carefully guarded by our parents and others. We had recently discovered ways to sexually stimulate ourselves and each other with our hands and mouths, and I had already tasted her on numerous occasions, but I was v...
"Come here." I can't help but smile. Your sudden arousal had been hard to miss when I returned to the bathroom with nothing more than a hair clip to hold my long hair. You just stand there, suddenly fascinated with the marble floor peeking between your toes. The only things moving are your thumbs as you toy with the thick white of the towel wrapped aroun...
The following story evolved from an e-mail that Plus sent to Pretty and Pretty responded to. The e-mails between us continued and before long we realized that we had written an extremely romantic, erotic story. We hope that you enjoy our intimate correspondence as much as we do. * * * * * Nothing, and I mean NOTHING else, just my shirt. The thought of it...
Being milked felt so GOOD. After the agony of helplessly feeling my loose, full breasts sway and bounce, with my hands bound behind me, the sensation of the suction tubes attaching to my nipples filled me with relief. I may have even cried out. The suction was gentle, not rough, and the sensation of milk leaving my body was so sensual, so physically amazing...
I awoke to the sound of women moaning. At first my fuzzy brain thought, "Oh, great, we're fucking again." But as my head cleared, I realized these cries were different. These were moans of pain, of agony. I opened my eyes. I was on my side, and something about my body wasn't right. My first sight was Captain Clark, back in her cross-legged position, eyes cl...