*** Author's Note: The "ad" in my story is Full of typos, grammatical errors and, well, just crappy writing nonsense but I assure you it is Part of the story, so please bear with it. :) I also had to blank out the email addresses I made up for the characters to comply with Lit's rules, so please don't think I was being uninventive. Oh, and please don't forge...
Chapter 1: Studies in Nymphomania For some ten years now as a research psychologist I had studied and documented cases of what may have been termed nymphomania or extremes sexual appetites of women. During my doctoral research I discovered hundreds of cases that were easily linked to borderline personality and narcissistic disorders often traceable to physi...
The subway was particularly crowded, and I pushed deeper into the crowd in order to give some room to an older fellow with a seeing-eye dog. The twenty minute ride from Porter Square, where I live, to Park Street in downtown Boston where I work was easier than the long commutes my friends at work suffered through. Still, on days like this the tight quarters...
This begins a new story about a young doctoral candidate who decides to study submission by becoming a submissive. It contains bondage and discipline, oral and lesbian sex, sex toys, public masturbation and exposure. For the purposes of this fantasy, STD's do not exist. It is a work of fiction, though some places are real for authenticity purposes, though no...
These events actually happened, to me, in London, in the 1970s. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote last year. It is fully copyrighted. At the fall of Saigon, thousands of desperate people swarmed around the last few planes leaving from Saigon Airport. Unforgettable images on TV. Now largely forgotten of course. That was in 1975. N...
Until about eight months after my eighteenth birthday I considered myself a pretty normal woman. I hoped that I was a little prettier, kinder, and slimmer than average, and much more athletic, but those aren't for me to judge. I was fairly comfortable in my own skin and had normal social interactions both with other females and males about my age. There was...
Prologue I remember my sweet college days. It was the best time of my life. My virgin high school days were followed by a horny alcohol driven college life. I had numerous boyfriends, one night stands and relationships. Some did call me a slut back then. After my protected college however, I realized the world was brutal outside. It was depressing. No amou...
By Guess & Paris Waterman Leigh slept late the next day, awakening only when the phone rang. Groggily she answered it, hoping it would be David. She fought to keep the disappointment from her voice on hearing Gabby's shrill voice, or at least her voice sounded shrill to Leigh. "Hi! What are your plans for this afternoon?" "Oh, Gabby, I've got a dread...
Edited by Spencerficton, with thanks. Chapter 21 "I'm sorry to hear that, Mandy," Lynn said with mock compassion dripping from her voice. "It's just a game of golf!" Amanda laughed, "It's going to be fun!" The two young ladies sat in the cafeteria sipping on mediocre coffee. Amanda wore a tight dark blue dress with her white lab coat, complete with pock...
We all have them. Some of them are locations. Some of them are activities. Some of them are done in solo while others involve people. Mine includes elements of all three. Today's happy place occurred in my house, specifically the living room. Drill down a bit deeper. On the couch in our living room. She took me to my happy place. Our relationship is symbi...