Part 1 --------------- Like Farrah Fawcett, I have always enjoyed the sensation of a good fart. I love to feel the little bubble of warm air working its way through my shit chute. But ever since I came in second-place in the Flexi-Butt Championship a few months ago, there's not only the sensation but also the dick-stiffening memories. I saw the posting on...
Ariel listened to the cacophony of the voices buzzing in her head, all the evil, perverse (and potentially delightful) thoughts that emanated from the pedestrians as they scurried around her in their haste to return to the hellholes that were their jobs. Her mind was never left alone. She even walked in their dreams, traipsing through the humans' darkest fan...
A few years ago I joined a fetish site for the express purpose of meeting women to help fulfill a particular predilection of mine. To come straight to the point, I like having girls drink my piss. I like a girl sucking on my cock while I piss. I like seeing my piss stream into a welcoming mouth. Mostly, I love a girl who swallows whatever I give her. I suppo...
Cynthia spent the evening on the phone. She didn’t realize she was doing it, but she only phoned those girls who had dressed sexually to attract when they were going to her school. They had been the girls most promiscuous, libidinous of nature. Their ages ranged between eighteen and twenty. She was surprised that not one had turned her down, all willing to h...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ALL PERSONS DEPICTED AND/OR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY ARE ABOVE THE AGE OF 18 EVEN IF NOT EXPLICIT...
ACT II: CATALYST DAY TWO In the basement under my home, there are two underground rooms; originally wine cellars with concrete floors, brick alcoves and slate shelving for bottles. The atmosphere is dark, dank and ideal for storing wine. And for storing people. A year ago, I converted an end of the basement into a pair of adjacent prison cells. They're s...
As I replaced the phone receiver my expression would have surely showed the disappointment in hearing Joy’s decision to not have another fling. We have had many meetings by email and phone. At least four over the past two weeks. In those encounters we exchanged small intimacies, teasing by suggestion and exchange of personal questionnaires. I recall her aski...
To my editor M-Y Erotica... there are not words to tell you how wonderful I think you are or how much I appreciate your help. My story is so much better thanks to you. If you are a football fan, you will notice that the games are from the 2003-2004 season. I tried to stay as true to them as possible. Enjoy! * I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingernails...
Chapter 5: The Fun and Games Continue: Inside the Tent That was no problem for Rex, he'd known that Paige and he were perfect for each other from the moment he'd seen her chestnut locks bounce over her shoulders and her green eyes sparkle in the glowing embers of the campfire. And that smart-ass sarcasm of hers was PRICELESS he thought... she was perfect....
Toni, my ex-girlfriend, and I had not been a couple for a year or so. We ended amicably, but still had feelings for each other, no way could we ever be married, you'll hear why. We would talk a few times a year, birthdays, meet for drinks, whatever. She started telling me about her boss who was putting the moves on her even though she was only 22 and he was...