The beauty of this site is that you can let your freak flag fly. And the concept of the noble loner has always fascinated me. So I had fun updating the meme to the 21st Century. I am still not sure what category this belongs in. It has a lot of the elements of Romance. But I am really exploring how the brave new world of cyberspace impacts conventional man-w...
What's a girl got to do to find the perfect cock? A whole lot of searching, first of all. Second of all, a whole lot of fucking. Not that I ever minded. I had searched far and wide for the perfect cock, trying as many of them as I could possibly handle, using them all as my own personal fuck sticks until I had my fill. It was the best life, filled with cream...
The first time he saw her, he wasn't that impressed. Her breasts barely made a dent in her slightly oversized T-shirt. Kinky-curly red hair was pulled haphazardly into a bun at the nape of her neck. She was shapely in an athletic way and looked like she knew her way around a basketball court, but she wasn't toned by any means. Her shy smile made her eyes cr...
Inspired by Sue Grafton’s alphabetical series. “That will be perfect. Thank you.” Teri Downs smiled at the attendant, watching as she gathered the white lilies and wrapped it in plastic. Kelly would like the bouquet. Lilies had always been his favorite. She sighed, trying to fight back another wave of tears. Today was his seventh anniversary. The seventh a...
Note: Chapter One does not have any sexual situations. It's there for plot building. Yes, there's a story in this one. * I had awoken in some strange predicaments before — the Vegas incident being the first to come to mind. Hotel security had found me reeking of booze, asleep in a wheel chair wearing only a stripper's bra atop my head and a diaper to hide...
If I could only think, I'd know what's wrong with me. It's kind of funny, because I think what's wrong is that I can't think. So I think I can't think, but if I could think, I could think why I can't think, but then I wouldn't need to think about thinking or not thinking...I think. I'm not sure. I get kind of dizzy trying to work it all out, and the dizzy f...
This is a true story that is slightly embellished. I've changed the names and some of the events to protect the innocent. I tried to portray what happened as close as possible to the actuality. This is not fiction and, thus, the "characters" are very flawed. Please keep that in mind and treat that as such. A polite suggestion: negative flaming "Anonymous" co...
I had been feeling a little strange all day and after dinner I was out of energy and out of sorts. At 8:30 I told Jeff I was going to bed because I didn't feel well. He put his lips to my forehead and said, "You're hot. Get into bed and I'll get you something cold to drink." "I just want to get some sleep." "That's a sure sign you're sick." I was asleep...
"Jeff, this is Ashley. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry for how I acted." He didn't say anything. I assumed he thought there should be more. So I gave it to him. "I've been with some pretty inexperienced, clumsy guys. They kind of handled my, breasts, like they were stress balls. It was painful and uncomfortable and I sort of flashed back to those experienc...
Frustrating was not the word, here I had the cock of a woman's dreams, and I didn't know shit to do with it. Oh, I got pussy when I wanted; I could have my sister Callie or mom almost whenever I wanted. Hell, once I came into the house, told mom how horny I was and the next thing she had her slacks at her ankles and was bent over the kitchen tabling taking e...