Here's a quick story about an ex, and a time we went hiking early in our relationship. For some quick back-story, I had been dating this gal for just a couple of weeks, and we had really been hitting off. We hadn't slept together yet or anything more than a little kissing and fooling around, but I could tell the relationship was headed in that direction soon...
The woods are so dark for a full moon night. You walk quickly to your destination. The energy of nature filling you, pulling you toward the event you have been waiting for so long. You reach the clearing. You take in the scene, awed by the power of nature to create such an inviting vista, such a perfect temple for the ritual of the evening. The large flat...
This story begins when I was 18 years old. That wasn't very long ago, but so much has happened to me since then that I feel much older. I have gone through experiences that set me apart from everyone else I know. In truth, I feel set apart from everyone else on the planet. I can no longer take reality for granted. When I was 18, I was a fairly normal teenag...
I literally cannot recall how many times Chris and I "Messed around." I know Craig and I only did this maybe ten times, and my friend Billy and I only did stuff twice but I'm sure when it came to Chris we must have messed around hundreds of times. Of course I don't remember them all but I do remember the best times. There was another time when Chris and I...
In a perfect world, there would be no need for competition. Everyone would share what they had and no one would be left hungry, or homeless. Isn't that a perfect scene? Of course it is, but in reality, it will never happen. Human nature is thus that being competitive is a way of survival. Even when you look at the science behind conception, you see that sper...
Warmth and sunlight filter through the trees, heating her bare skin. She is beautiful, bound to the tree, naked, raw, primitive. I brought her here for this purpose. To be closer to nature - her nature. Vulnerable and open. She is mine and much as I am hers. She will do anything for me. Even this. I know her arms are tired, but she will say nothing. She will...
Summer Rose Mayfield was the manager of Two Lips and Roses for the past 4 years. She worked very diligently at her job to support herself. She loved being around flowers, gardening, and above all making people smile. That summer, she felt overworked and understaffed due the high volume of demands. Her friend Iris Stanfield suggested she hire an intern to hel...
Madison, I say to myself, this is crazy, just flat out crazy. How could you, a respected assistant DA in Los Angeles be in Tokyo to offer your body to a Japanese businessman you've never met? That is the angel talking on my right shoulder. The devil sitting on my left shoulder whispers seductively in my ear, "Madison, let yourself loose. You need some raw,...
1 Another artist dead by suicide... What a way to start an article on an erotica website. And what a way to appeal to your audience. But I'm not trying to appeal to anyone. I'm writing this not because I want to - not particularly! I'm writing this because I'm compelled to, because I have to. It has nothing to do with the songwriter and vocalist, who hung...
A lot of you ladies have done a wonderful job writing from the man's point of view. You've shown great insight. I am betting, however, that a few of you would be interested in a greater understanding of men for your -ahem- "Writing purposes."*Grins * Well, here's a little information for you. Remember, these are generalities and will apply in varying degree...