1: Crook of a Finger Where I grew up it was unthinkable that one would find a partner that was different from the acceptable norms: very white, very Christian, and responsible with a solid future. Growing up, I dressed conservatively, limited my friends to the "good girls" and, I think, acquired a reputation for being strait-laced and plain. My father, th...
All those who have read my earlier stories (“Tara gets the drop in” and “Planned surprise system lets them have fun” and the rest) would have seen that I have set up a deal with my lover, Tara, to play adult games to keep our sex life full of surprises and with anticipation of how we would get fucked next. This happened yesterday and I thought that it might...
My Dearest Darla, It was the night of the Christmas dance for the university department in which I taught. You were a graduate student in one of my classes. The dance was in the ballroom at the hotel. It was a blustery, snowy night, so turnout was smaller than expected, and by the time things were beginning to wear down, only about a dozen or so couples wer...
I already have a raging hard on, and it is only 9pm. I have my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed before me, and my cock, balls and ass are newly shaved. I have decided to wear all black tonight: black lacy panties, bra and suspender belt, sheer black stockings, and a tight black dress that hugs my thighs and ass nicely. On my feet I will wear a pai...
Jamie and I had been friends for a really long time before things went to another level. We'd met in first year university, and taken an instant dislike to each other. She was loud, crass, and opinionated. I was quiet, shy and insecure. We met during frosh week, and when we all went out to the bar together, I saw her trace an ice cube down a girl's arm then...
Note to reader: My last entry, "One Glass of Wine?" was not very good. That was partly because it was hastily prepared in fantasy mode. This version, "One Glass of Wine, Revisited" (without a question mark) is, I think, better and here is why. The first was fiction, with things added that I would like to see done to me. But that is not up to me, so in this s...
My last adventure left me with more questions than answers, but somehow I knew I had to keep trying. Trying what, I wasn't sure. Was I becoming a slut, whore or whatever it's called? I don't think so, I'm not a nympho, I mean I go a long time between sex with men, it's not constant. I knew pleasuring myself, although fun, wasn't satisfying my deepest needs,...
Pat dressed up for Halloween like I had never seen. She was a cross between a sexy Hooter’s cheerleader and a 100% slut. Starting from the bottom of her lovely legs, she had on a pair of white sneakers; her legs were bare with just a tan and so smooth and toned. The cheerleader shirt was Hooter’s orange and white and it was shorter than any cheerleader’s ski...
Lying back as she directed, I tried to grasp what had just occurred. Aunt Tina, who I was staying with, caught wearing her panties. This led to us watching a porn video, hers, and the same one I jerked off in this morning. Not only did I suck her tits; she masturbated me with the panties she discovered me in. Lying beside me, I wanted her so bad. Ironic be...
Prologue: The below narrative is a continuation of the recently published "The Morning After". It's a stand alone story except I didn't delve much into the photos on the subject DVD so it wouldn't be redundant for those of you who have read The Morning After. For those of you who haven't, it might help to read it prior to. It also deals mainly with sexual...