Sugar and spice and all things nice, or so the rhyme went. Lexie had always thought of herself as sugar - and nice - but not so much of the spice. But now her perception was changing. Lexie was a grad student and what you might call inexperienced sexually. There had been a few encounters, but nothing really memorable. There was Mike, the guy she dated whil...
It was half past midnight at Club Sky; sweat was beginning to overpower the smell of cheap cologne and booze. On the dance floor what looked liked a large school of confused sardines, wriggled around to a rhythm. "It's your round, bro." Patrick asserted. "I've got two bids over there eyeing me in the corner. They're looking a little thirsty—parched, if you...
"Where did I put my new bra?" I said to myself as I rummaged around my lingerie drawer. I couldn't find it. "Strange, I thought I had it right on top? I know it isn't in the wash." Things in my drawers always seemed out of place but I could usually find my things. I looked around my bedroom and was disgusted by my boyfriend's dirty clothes and underwear str...
Part 1 As Bill and Cecilia were lying in bed Thursday night, they were reminiscing about the Club's events that morning. "Bill, what were you doing with Wendy this morning? I thought you were supposed to be going to a bedroom while Rhonda and I were romancing Jay." "Wendy pleaded with me to stay in the viewing lounge to see what Don and Jim would do with...
A/N: This story is purely for pornographic entertainment. It in no way is agreeing/accepting/tolerant of rape or sexual assault in real life. This story is very graphic and written from the woman's point of view. This content might be disturbing to some people, it is intended to be. If that makes you uncomfortable then please don't read further, I would sugg...
(Note: This story develops rather slowly, so please be patient.) Chapter 1 (Setting the Stage) I was finishing a rather disappointing date when I saw her. I was walking away from the door of the woman I had found so little in common with. She was picking herself up off the floor, some sort of laughter disappearing from our environs. She looked around as if...
One of Charley Abbot's recurring fantasise was looking up women's skirts. He had vivid images copied from the internet and was always keen to browse up the website every day to copy the latest offering and wank himself relentlessly. The true story about this guy is that he was discovered peeking up through a pavement grill which was situated above a cellar...
The alarm wakes you from an erotic dream--DAMN! No time to masturbate, as you remember the massage appointment you made--time for just a quick shower--throw on panties, dress and sandals--grab your purse--and out the door. On the way to my office you reflect back on the dream you awoke from. IN IT, you were fucked RELENTLESSLY by a dominant male figure--you...
1 The Iglesia de Santa Rosa was as old as the poverty that plagued its neighborhood, and it had space for only a small congregation. But every Friday night the benches were filled by the local faithful, often an hour or more before the eight p.m. service. Even on the warmest summer evenings mothers and husbands, their dirty and ragged children arranged betw...
Author's note Well, the asylum left the door unlocked again, so here I am trying to make a buck writing erotic literature. Oh wait... IT'S Free. On sale, buy one, get one FREE. I guess I'll have to keep on trucking. I write for fun. Try to keep your comments lighthearted. I'm in no danger of becoming Tolstoy or Hemingway, so DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL SHIT. My m...