Author's Note: This story was inspired by a friend with a particular interest in Clothed-Male-Naked-Female erotica and a 3rd degree blackbelt in Judo. She likes dominating her husband and others using her martial arts skills and it gives her sexual pleasure to do so. She asked me to write a story for her and what follows is the first of many. If this is well...
The moans of pleasure and the squelching sounds of the huge cock furiously pumping in and out of his wife's pussy compelled Steve to turn his head to watch the erotic scene of his hot wife being fucked by the fourth stranger that night. From his position, hand cuffed to the chair, Steve could clearly see the stranger's cock as it pumped a load of hot cum int...
Laurel awoke with a start, her body still pressed up against Jared's. It was already nearly eight o' clock. Jared was sound asleep. Well, she thought, too late for breakfast anyway. She quietly slipped out of bed and got showered and dressed. She gazed somewhat wistfully at Jared's sleeping frame. She wondered, briefly, if she had ruined everything by making...
Another one I had spit out long ago laying around, absurd and fun. Pretty soft overall. Hope you enjoy. ***** Tribal Sex "The Nukabé tribe is a strange, indigenous people of West Columbia. We are very excited to be given this opportunity to study them." Professor Thomas Wiggins was my Anthropology professor at UC. I interned under him and was well into t...
A while back Bryan Atkins told the story of being given an embarrassing physical exam by a slightly older girl named Jennifer who was shadowing the school nurse that day (see "Shadow Day"). Here is the same story as told by Jennifer. ***** When I was in my first year at community college, I had the opportunity to "shadow" the school nurse at the local high...
It started out weird. Sitting in the bedroom, listening to girls giggling downstairs, that's weird. But there I was, sitting in my bedroom, reading a ridiculously boring book and trying to think about something – anything other than the party that was going on downstairs. Sarah, my wife of eight years, was entertaining the girls. It's something she doesn'...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
Charlene's life at an early age was a whirlwind. Married to her high school sweetheart at an early age, she wasn't ready for the changes that would soon come. She was no longer in love, and couldn't be with him anymore. Try as he might to patch things up, she was ready to move on. It was the hardest thing she had ever done, a long weekend of heartache, but...
She wasn't exactly the girl next door. When I left for college, never to return, an elderly couple lived in the house. They moved to a new home and rented the house out. On one of my visits back home, I was introduced to Cheryl. She was living in the house next door with her four children. Her husband had died, and she was now a single parent. My brother ta...
Kiki's eyes were closed, her pretty face relaxed and her fetching, pale, and slender naked body almost limp. She was lying on the mussed bed, resting for a moment after her modestly arduous evening. Soon she would have her final visitor, she thought, and she could go home to her own bed. It had been an excellent dinner party for her and it was nice of Hender...