Another conference, another hotel, another spot on the map. On this night, Glen decided to skip out on dinner and drinks with his colleagues in search of the soul of the city. He could only socialize with the other conference participants for so long before he went crazy wanting real human interaction. There was only so much academic pretension that he could...
Recap: High School student Aria has discovered time powers that let her get away with every naughty little urge that pops into her head (like arousing people in public, making out with her teacher, or making an entire school of students cum simultaneously in what people initially believed to be some sort of strange and sexual terrorist attack). Or, at least,...
We were together beyond all belief. We could not have known what we would be for each other ahead of time. We imagined what could be and made it happen. Not only that, our subterranean imaginations brought about an embodied, necessary, and unreserved truth. I was a woman. He was a man. Those facts never limited us, although they did many others. I pitied th...
I will spare you the minutiae about my wife and not because I want you to cut to the eroticism but because nothing I list in detail will explain my wife's need for sexual pain. She and I had been married nearly 15 years before our sex life became unsatisfactory. I enjoyed the sex and wanted more but Kara was less and less satisfied. She accommodated me lik...
For 6 years running the philosophy class at the university had gained a reputation as part of the 3rd wave of feminism. Oddly enough Lady Lizbeth's last name of Duncan was the same as that of the murdered King in the famous Shakespearean play of which her course 'The Spirit of Lady Macbeth' was taken from. Listed under its title was the declaration 'Syst...
"So... why Ms CreamyTits?" Parker Matland-Forbes asked. It was the name on her adultwerk profile. All of her profile pics had also been focused on her chest and cleavage. Which, to be fair, was a damn good selling point. It was the reason Parker had decided to book her after all. And the reason she was here now, in his bedroom. He was surprised she hadn't...
He watches her undress. Quick, sure fingers undoing buttons and clips, her face stern, hyper-critical of the body incrementally revealed and watched by both of them in the wardrobe mirror. She turns to examine the cauliflowering on her left buttock, tutting softly. Eyes downcast, a crease of mild exasperation in their midst. The middle-aged thickness of her...
(It shouldn't need to be stated that this isn't a serious piece but, tragically, in the modern world there are people who find it difficult to separate the serious from the flippant. They then get angry, misconstruing a less than serious piece for something intended to be a meaningful life guide or some such. Therefore, to avoid unwarranted accusations of mi...
My name is Feorinda, but my frends call me Fay. I am a blonde third year university student working on my double bachelor in Social Work and Women's Studies. I had a minor in Asian Art, as that was my guilty pleasure and the bulk of my non-core electives were spent in that field, and to get money to augment my scholarships I began working at Ching Wu's Galle...
My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers l...