I stared at the box lying on my bed. Knowing exactly what was contained in the seemingly innocent box only aided my anxiety. Nevertheless, I had done it. I had bought my first vibrator. Of the large selection within the store, this model had managed to catch my eye as well as generate new, previously unknown desires. In my eighteen years, I had never been...
Mike Piazza would miss this opening day. His sprained right wrist might take another day to heal enough to throw or firmly grip a bat, so the doctor said. Mike dressed dejectedly, knowing his uniform wouldn't need to be cleaned after today's game. Ain't this a bitch. I can't fucking stand to just sit there on the bench. And Bobby V. will whine if I read com...
My phone rang, I pulled the bed clothes up around my chin and let the answer-phone take the call, "Neil Barker is not here and if you want a Taxi it's too bad" "It's Elsie. ring me." I grabbed for the phone but she was gone. Elsie, how could I forget her, I was still finding tiny flecks of aluminium under my foreskin a week after our unwise liaison. I ra...
My favorite stories are the "first-timer – newbie" shared wife type. This story is actually true – the names have been changed to protect the parties who relayed the circumstances to me to scribe. If the reader does not approve of this variation including some bisexual experimentation, then this story is not for you – nor is most of the "Loving Wives" catego...
Chapter 1: The Climb Heraclitus is a simple man, born into the blacksmith trade like his father, and his father before him. His flimsy, damaged sandals and his pale, red robe indicate to all what class he belongs to. As he moves hurriedly up this mountainside path, he remains low and cautious, like a beast stalking its prey. As he glances back, he can see t...
In its main theme this is a true story told me by Erica (not her real name), but embellished by me when it comes to intimate detail. I thank Erica for her permission to recount her story. Erica is a small woman, about five feet one inch tall, and slender. She has small round breasts with, if what I have seen through a rather diaphanous blouse, small pointy...
Saturday dawned hot and sunny where we were, but down in the valley Los Angeles sprawled under its veneer of haze. Fuckin' town, if it wasn't for the fact that I made most of my construction business money here I'd be in Hawaii. No fuckin' haze over Waikiki Beach ever. Pandora woke me with a lovely long, slow suck and then I gave her a doggy-style fuck whil...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, places, universe, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, places, universe, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in...
Pandora's Box Jean and Tonya together planned a little evening of drinks and hors d'oeuvres at Tonya and Phil's house. They felt like a heavy dinner would just be too long to get through given the anticipation on all sides. A few drinks and some nibblies would be enough to loosen up with before moving on to better things. Jean certainly seemed in the right...