Jersey Central Railroad Station, Jersey City, New Jersey, 9:55 Am. on Friday, the 26th of August 1947: My family and I had arrived at the station on the Leigh Valley's last morning commuter at 8:59 Am., riding from South Plainfield. I'm Josef von Franz, nineteen years old, graduated Summa cum Laude from Bound Brook High School and an All State Football Runn...
Part I: It had been a long day. She at last had the luxury to allow herself to relax. Moving across the airy bedroom she stood in front of her cheval glass mirror, an antique given to her from her grandmother, no one to watch her here but herself, no one to critique and judge every movement and action. The stark figure in the mirror was a lie. She knew th...
This story requires some set up. I was corresponding with a man who asked me for some photos of me undressed. A couple of years before, a colleague in the advertising agency in which I worked were lovers, and he took some sexy shots of me during one of our trysts. Since that time, both of us have married; me to my police detective hubby, and him to another a...
Courtney took me to a very nice Thai restaurant for lunch. Her main purpose for treating was to convince me to take that weekend shoot in Vegas. "When Steve does his location shoots, he always takes his motor home so that his people can get out of the elements. The actual shooting will only take about four hours during the late morning and early afternoon."...
Joanna had pushed me about as far as I thought I could go. She had made me jack off other men and swallow their loads, and lick their cocks, nut sacks, and assholes. The last time I’d been with her I complained that I just couldn’t sink any lower, at which time she dragged me to a filthy gas station restroom and made me lick the toilet seats and urinals cle...
Annoyed, no annoyed wasn't the right word -- fuming, better but still not enough -- totally bloody pissed off, now that sums up exactly how I felt when my general manager finished giving me the good news of what I was due to be doing for the rest of the week in work. I had turned up for work as usual on Wednesday morning expecting a day much like any other....
Standing by the window in her thin nightgown Linda watched her husband as he walked out to the car. “He is such a good man.” She thought to her self. “God if he could just learn what I need.” She didn’t even realize she was touching her right breast until her nipple started to tingle as she pulled on it. “He has such a nice cock. I just don’t know why I can’...
My rusted, green Toyota Tercel pulls into the mall parking lot. I pick a spot at the back, beyond where even employees park. The next car is a blue pickup 20 spots away. No one parks here, except at Christmas. But I know that I'll soon need the privacy. I'm a freak, a cross-dresser, a sex weirdo. I've driven to this suburban shopping center an hour from my...
This is a true story. I have changed the names and locations to protect the people in the story, but everything else is 100% spot on true. ***** Introduction I met Ella on a quiet night downtown. I was sitting in a coffee shop on a spring Wednesday evening, a little after 8. I was reading a mystery novel in one of those comfortable leather chairs in the c...
Readers comments are greatly appreciated. * * * * * Gingerly, Layla Blake crept up those last twisting steps to the dark, secluded deck. Layla slowly moved closer to the indistinct mumbling which came from inside the French doors. Each agonizing step forward, all Layla could think about was how she would break the news to her father of his wife's, her moth...