Thanks again go to 'Jill' -a friend - for first requesting my assistance, for her supplying the idea, plot and direction. Also thanking her, for her continued support throughout; If reading pornographic stories offends you go and read some other form of written work! ***** Julie and Tom were both high school students, about to move on to college, having g...
Courtney's hands trembled and her heart pounded through her chest at the anticipation of the upcoming return of her husband who had been away for an extended business trip. As she stood in her tight t-shirt and a pink pair of boy shorts, that hugged her astounding figure, she noticed her nipples were hard and long and in anticipation of her master's return....
Marilyn sat up to face me as I untangled myself from my clothes. Pulling my face towards her, she spattered it with kisses, licking my mouth and neck like a cat, pushing her tongue fatly between my lips and sucking my breath like a Hoover. Without warning, she slowly rolled away from me, cocking her legs aside in a strawberry flourish. She bent forward to k...
Call her Jill. Jill says to me, "Talk messy when you write. Evoke the adventure. Use words that don't screw up what turns you on. Say fuck, suck, pussy, cunt, dick, cock. Write only what overwhelms you - nothing less." Jill thereby accepted the job of muse but let me know, "I know this is only because you think this will get you fucked." For perhaps the...
Let me start by saying I am your average guy. I'm a little above average in height but I am average weight, average looks and yes, average penis size. I have had my share of average relationships and have even had your average marriages (that ended in your average divorces). Soon after my first divorce I met a much younger Korean girl named Pam who was beau...
Nichole: I had just turned 19 a week ago. Right now I am sitting in a cold classroom at SC State University . Mr. Maze leaned one of his ass cheeks against his desk and referred to his notes before beginning another section of his lecture. I typed down a few notes to refresh my memory later, because I had read the material and I was thinking about my boyfr...
The Italian Army kept an elaborate system of brothels in North Africa. There were two kinds, one for enlisted men, the other for officers. The officers' brothels, of course, were much better. They were cleaner, the girls were younger and prettier, and the doctors visited them daily to check for venereal diseases. I had never visited a whorehouse until I was...
I enter your tent the next night to find you brushing your beautiful hair. You have just bathed and smell of flowers. I step behind you and unwrap your body protected by towel. You look at me in the reflection of the mirror and smile at me; approvingly and knowingly. I bend down and kiss your head as a parent might to a child in adoration. I smell your hair...
Carole opened the door with her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird. She had started out the morning just as she did every other weekday. Her husband had left for work, paying her as little interest as usual. She had helped her son dress and driven him and his older sister to school. So far, her normal morning had ticked by, agonisingly slowly; t...
I sit in the chair by the bedside, watching you as you sleep. Your breath, slow and even and your body only half covered by the sheet and comforter. I see your dark nipples as they rise and fall in time with your breathing, your small breasts round and firm behind the exotic sleeping gown you bought for yourself in Asia last year. The sleeping tablet you had...