The warmth of sunlight over my bare back and the shrill ringing of my cellphone on my nightstand work in concert to rip me from a deliciously dreamless slumber. My hand shoots out to retrieve it, barely missing the alarm clock and a half empty glass of water left over from the night before. I drag the handset close and squint through bleary eyes at the dis...
Day 8 The Cloud's Silver Lining The following morning, I was having an unusually realistic erotic dream in which Kate was sucking my cock. As I left dreamland, I suddenly realized that the physical sensation was far too vivid to be a dream. I opened my eyes. To my enormous astonishment, Kate really was sucking on my cock. I propped myself up on my elbows,...
"What's up with you?" Startled, I whip my head around to see Jennifer Kingsley, my best friend, regard me with an interrogating expression. To call her glamorous is a bit of an insult. She's your typical high school babe/diva with her lean, statuesque figure, golden curly, lustrous hair, elegantly chiseled facial features and vivacious jade eyes which al...
I kind of knew Sally from some committees we were on together at the school, the Academic Excellence Committee and the Teacher Appreciation Committee. I won't bore you with details, these were just about what they sound like. Six or eight parents would meet in the library at the school every few weeks and plan award ceremonies and special things. I was being...
Since parting company with Laura on Saturday, Don Pelfrey had seen and heard nothing from her. Not a text, nary an e-mail, absence of voice mail, total lack of PM through social media. Indeed, she had posted nothing of any kind on social since then. Not that he expected a broadcast to the world that she'd picked up a guy Friday night and had three orgasms....
For as long as I can remember, I have had a profound fetish for women's feet. In years gone by, I spent many holidays abroad stealing glances at women's feet wrapped in sandals and flip flops. On nights out with friends, I would admire the shapely feet of women wearing sexy heels on the dance floor and at the bar. In my most passionate fantasies I imagine my...
Chapter 8 Marriage, Babies & Slave Training By the time I got home that night it was 2:00 AM and I really expected everyone to be sound asleep. The house was quiet when I arrived so I grabbed a soda from the fridge and headed up to my room. Not everyone was sleeping. There was Carrie sitting on my bed watching TV. She looked so sweet laying there in her ov...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * I was in my third year of trying to make a living at running my uncle's ranch -- my dead uncle. I had been his sole h...
It was late on Friday night and I had just missed the8:30 by a couple of minutes. I was in the city for a meeting that ran very late and found myself sitting alone at a bar in Union Station while I waited for the last train home in the 'burbs.. I called my wife and told her not to wait up. I was nursing a drink because my budget wouldn't permit a second wh...
Avanti and I met in college. We were not alike by any means. She was brought up in a conservative Hindu family in Gujarat, and had little sexual awareness. While I had read and seen more than my share of porn and sex-related stuff. Though I also had nothing to talk of in terms of sexual experience. Soon, we fell in love with each other. I introduced her to...