I know you've heard this before, it seems far too many stories start out this way, but this really is a true story. Only the names have been changed.. This is a story about a man I know, a man who has become very useful to me and one who changed my life in some small way. First let me introduce myself. My name is Pepper. I am middle aged now but in my young...
This is a short story about a whirlwind romance. Pepper Lee is my name. I'm sort of a boy named Sue, if you recall that old Johnny Cash song. My father was in love with a girl in high school named Pepper. He told me it was an androgynous name that would work for boy or girl. Growing up I was teased with things like "Hey Pepper, where's your salt?" When I g...
All characters are adults. ***** Cast of Characters: Ruby Sparkman: An appealing American woman put together on an assembly-line and mass produced for men across America. Detective Dodie Hilton: She looked like a plump poodle with a sweet face. Her husband ran off with a Jehovah's Witness long ago. She lived alone with a cat though she never lacked for c...
After making the bed and having coffee, Seth and I cuddle on the couch. I am of course naked as befits my pet status. He is wearing jeans, possibly as a layer of protection between my greedy hands and his weary cock. I curl up with my head in his lap. My fingertips trace lazy circles over the bare skin of his chest and belly. The constant physical contact ce...
My cock is pounding into you as your ass slaps the floor with each stroke. Your breasts are heaving, your mouth is open in a scream of pure raw fucking pleasure. With each thrust, I say your name, I grunt your name, until I can’t hold back. As I pour warm cum into you, your legs wrap tight around my waist and you moan, saying you are cumming with me, cumming...
Rick likes to make omelets, and I like to watch him. He has a ritual: gathering the ingredients from the refrigerator, settling them in the burner of the stovetop that he won't be using, frying up the meat - bacon or sausage or ham - setting it aside and finally cutting up the vegetables. He grips the knife around its bolster - the knife's balance point - wi...
"Good morning, madam! It's a nice day, isn't it? "Yes it is." "My I ask you a quick question?" "You're not a Jehovah's Witness, are you?" "No I'm not. "Then what's your question?" "Would you consider having my baby?" "What did you say?" "I said--" "I heard what you said. Are you crazy?" "Not that I know of." "You can take my word for it. You belo...
What's more fun than erotic fantasies? Why, erotic fantasies where you're stuck inside a corner of your own head and have no real control, of course! For Carie, that corner of her mind is called Her Bliss, and she's back in there again... ~ Normally, when I go to the little corner of my mind where I have sex fantasies, it starts off innocently enough. I'...
A sharp slap to my (oh so sore) bare butt brought an abrupt end to my much-needed nap. My eyes shot open and darted around the room taking inventory of all the 'evidence' I'd left laying about. The butt plugs. . . The tube of k-y jelly. . . The cucumber. . . My laptop. . . My laptop! It was still on! A wave of panic washed over me as I tried desperate...
Part 1 “But why an auction? It’s just making me into a prostitute!” Jill had her angry and hurt look; one, which Mark knew, meant she was about to dig her heels in. “No, it won’t!” Mark had to tread carefully now if he was going to get his beautiful wife to go along with the plan. “What it is, er, is instead of the old seedy thing of throwing the men’s car...