Damn, what a day. A phone call wakes me up at 4 AM, an hour earlier than I should be waking up. It's my mom, bitching about her back and how she needs more Vicodin. Hearing my mom in pain is horrifying, but so is the idea of her becoming a dope fiend. Images of crackheads roaming outside my door flash into my mind. I was in med school and needed a cheap plac...
(In my last story I asked my husband to tell you of our first threesome experience from his perspective. Now I would like to tell you my side of the story and some of how I felt. To make sense of this story you may want to read the first story ‘If only I could see’) We had talked about me having sex with another man many times and in some ways it had been...
Samantha looked at herself in the mirror: while not considered beautiful, she was still attractive. If asked, most people would say she was pretty. Samantha (or Sam, as she liked to be called) stood 5ft-9: tall as women went. Her shoulder-length brown hair and twinkling brown eyes gave her the appearance of being younger than her thirty-eight years. She st...
I was sitting in my living room of the rented beach house, still resting after my afternoon with the two girls on the deck. Vivid, erotic images kept replaying in my mind, and I was still sporting a semi hard cock under my shorts. I tried to focus on the book I was supposed to be writing, but I kept having flashbacks to Diane and Vicky, seeing them lick on m...
Jerry ran up, out of breath. "El...nar...a" She stepped outside. "Jerry, I swear I have to work on your endurance." Jerry spotted the King and made his salutes. He turned back to Elunara. "I'm sorry, but Terrance and Mark are at it again. We tried to pull them apart, but I gave up and came for you." She growled as she followed alongside the exhausted Jer...
To pick up where I left off in the first story, Bob, my brother-in-law, had asked Jill, his wife to do what ever it took to keep me happy and keep me working for them. Actually this was a way he could get Jill to expose her sexy body, something he had always wanted her to do. We live in the Midwest in a rural area. I helped them around the farm with what eve...
I headed off the fencing piste after winning my last bout 5-0. I had won all three varsity matches that day. "Very good," says my coach, and walks away. Since he was a many of few words – and these were often bad – this was effusive praise from our Russian coach. "Thanks, Coach." I didn't want to overreact, after all. In fact, I was really excited. The pre...
Author's note: This story is a little "spinoffy" from "My Best Friend Blaine," but I don't think you need to read that before this for it to make sense. Just know that our main character and her friend Blaine have both been sexually/romantically involved with Mark and each other. But on another note, this story is a deviation from the one's I've done alrea...
Dedicated in equal parts love and lust to Whitney. * "Much of the Assembly is not please that you will be here." Chorus told me. Chorus isn't really her name, more of a job description, it is her job to narrate the rite, sort of like a Greek chorus, hence the name. Her hair is up in a bun, she is wearing glasses and a tweed pant suit. Somehow she is exh...
A short story that is partly true and based on various events that have happened over several years. ***** I had to sack my assistant today. Shame really, but he had to go. He and I have had a couple of good years working together. We have carried out decent renovations and impressive new build work on some expensive properties in our area. Consequently we...