AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
It was supposed to be her night. It was her birthday on Friday, and it was a long hard week at work for Rose. All she asked for was a nice dinner, some dancing, and then to be brought home and tended to. She even made arrangement for the kids to go to her sisters, so he could take the entire weekend to please her. Well, like Meatloaf once sang, "don't be s...
His hot golden stream slowly tapered off, reducing itself to a trickle before becoming just a drip. Annabeth stopped rubbing herself and looked down at Don's dick. She still had it grasped firmly in her hands and was jerking on it, she pouted when there was no more piss. There was a little golden drop just on the outside of his dick, she leaned forward and k...
Hello, 'Claire' again with a short, confessional mid-1990's narrative that, up until now, I've told no one, probably because I'm not especially proud of it. The subject matter here may be considered by some to be disgusting; the reader is forewarned. The names, as always, have been changed. Afterward, I felt like a babysitter who had violated one of her sl...
Author's note: Sorry for the longer wait on this one, COVID had quite the opposite effect on my life than most in that I had much less spare time rather than much more. Once again we have an appearance and encounter with MJMurra's Sammy, so credit to that character to him. Zaaz's April, playing Sareena's roommate, is here as well for a spot of mischief. As...
Kate was in the kitchen. It was seven in the morning. I was awake with an evil hangover, a bad taste in my throat, eyes swollen and unhappy. I crawled out of bed and staggered into the kitchen. "Hey," I said. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Kate whispered. "I'll be going in just a minute. I have to get to work early." She cleared away her breakfast dishe...
He stands at the center of the room, the way he always does, his muscular back and buttocks and legs cast in bronze. My pencil travels the page, dancing from shadow to shadow, building a graphite impression of something real. A real man. With real skin and real warmth and real desire. I don't know what possessed me to take the chair on this side of the cir...
I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night, next to my fiancée, her light breathing demonstrating to me that yes, she was asleep. I looked around for the clock, but the bright light always kept us awake, so it was covered with my shirt and too far across the room to read without getting up. I fished under papers on my messy nightstand for my phone and wa...
Are you horny? Are you wet? You’re so lucky. I never knew the value of a wet pussy till I started doing porn. It’s days like today, when I was lying on G’s bed, camera rolling and completely dry, that make me feel sorry for myself and for porn consumers everywhere. We wrapped, no orgasm, and I got back on the T to go home. My smeared slut make-up was magni...
We'd both agreed that our holiday would be a chance to explore the kinky side of our fantasies. So when she started to snigger on the plane, I had to know what was going through her dirty little mind. "you know we've got 200 extra cigarettes over our duty free allowance? Well when we get to the hotel, do you fancy playing the naughty customs officer and the...