This is the very first story I’ve ever written on here, so PLEASE tell me what you all think about it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was so excited! Me and my friend Jason had gotten tickets 3rd row from the stage at the Justified/Stripped tour. Jason's main reason to go was to see Justin, and my main reason to go was to see Christina. I mean,...
We've always liked to use food to enhance our sex ever since we read "Like Water for Chocolate" and that book by Marquez where the wacky dictator puts asparagus into the vaginas of the local towns women. I think that is actually where we got the idea from, sophomore year of college literature class. We passed notes back and forth to each other describing wha...
The key to an authentic salsa is in the roasting of the peppers, preferably over an open flame, but a stovetop will also do the trick if no other option is available at the time. Both the red pepper and jalapeño started to bounce on the ceramic as the contents within began to steam. They danced almost to a rhythm while never straying far from the center of...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Natasha Romanoff had survived all kinds of torture before, but nothing like this. Night after night, hour after hour of orgasms, mostly achieved through anal sex, with her only breaks coming in t...
This is the fourth and final segment of the story of how my wife, through an coincidental seduction by her son's wrestling coach, changed from shy and reserved to a true hot-wife. This section pushes some boundaries and while she has confessed some regrets, I have none. I love what she and our relationship as become and have no desire whatsoever to return to...
Author's Note: This story starts slowly. It is a Corporal Punishment, Humiliation, BDSM story. There is no sex. I do have more parts to this story written, I will most likely release them at a later date. *** Four recent college graduates had been in Europe for two weeks. Their whole trip was planned four years ago by their parents. Each one of the recent...
I heard the door to my office creak open. "Nice of you to knock," I said without looking up. "I always do." She doesn't—and I don't mind, really. Daphne Carter, director of operations for our group. Nice lady. Vaguely reminds me of a sterner version of Tina Fey. She can really scare the shit out of people when she wants to. Day and night, the two sides o...
Natasha woke up to Steve's arm wrapped around her waist and her back pressed closely on his stomach, and him placing soft kisses on her bare shoulder. "Morning," he whispered huskily once he felt that she was awake. They are so attuned in so many ways that it can be freaky. She turned around and threw her leg over his hips, draping her arm across him, holdi...
I've never really been one to make a huge pot of stew and have it sitting in my fridge for a week. If I'm going to cook a lot of food for a large party of guests, though, I do like to go all out. For the purpose of this little How-To, I'm going to walk you through the makings of an entire Tex-Mex meal. Note that I said Tex-Mex, not Mexican. I do not live in...
I lean against the wall, wine glass in one hand, as you talk about your day. Your movements are fluid as you peel and chop and taste. You pick up a small knife with a sharp serrated edge, swallow a mouthful of wine, then reach for a pepper and start slicing. The pepper is bright yellow - the colour that children pick to draw the sun - except for a blush of o...