A Kinky Catriona story Some years ago, I met an Oxford University student who was about to complete a ritual called "Seven Drunken Nights". The ritual demanded that he drink himself into oblivion, in seven consecutive sessions, without a break. He didn't look at all well. Much as I always enjoy a glass of Ultra Brut champagne with my breakfast-in-bed, I did...
This is a continuation from "The King of Middlesex - Part 1". I'd like to think that this story can stand on its own but for full context, you may want to read that one first. Full warning, some or even most of the sexual activity depicted here is bisexual. I don't mean as in accidental same sex contact but gloriously normalized and celebratory. If that sort...
This will be the final chapter in this series. It's an old story that I never published. I've been asked about it so thought I'd share it. This does bring up the situation of cheating spouses - so if this offends you, choose another story. I plan to start a new series. I am playing with my writing abilities and want to try some different things to see wha...
On the edge of the L.A. suburb Hollywood was a sprawling set of buildings surrounded by a concrete wall topped with barbed wire. Apart from the neon sign that said 'Shooting Star Studios,' it looked like a bunch of warehouses in a prisoner-of-war camp. However, enter one of those buildings and you would be transported to another place and time—the interior o...
He'd finally had enough. Four times he tried to fix the sink and stop it from leaking. Four times his efforts only made things worse. He was ready to throw in the towel -- or would have been willing to, if it wasn't for the fact that all the towels were underneath the sink trying to sop up the standing water from the past month. It was embarrassing, but he...
This is another of my 'stream of consciousness' stories. It concerns a woman in her mid-40s and a younger man. The expression 'old boiler' is rather old-fashioned British slang for an unattractive older woman. (I think it refers to elderly chickens too tough to roast, that need to be boiled instead). It's meant to reflect the light-hearted, rather humorous t...
Kristy always felt a little guilty about interviews like this. Sure, the participants should do their homework before agreeing to talk to a reporter from 'The Nightly Show', and yes, most of them probably didn't mind being poked fun at in exchange for a little national exposure. But they all seemed so sincere about whatever their crazy interest actually was,...
It started out like any other day. I woke up, smiling at the sun streaming through the blinds in the bedroom. I stretched and yawned, trying to figure out what to do with my day. I stretched forward, touching my toes. As I slowly sat back up, my hands trailed up my legs. Dang, I have to shave my legs today. Well, better get up and do it or I'll end up stayin...
Just finishing my third fuck of the night, I rolled out from under my lover, and he grinned and asked if I was ‘finally’ satisfied. I couldn’t help myself, there were times, like last night, that I was just insatiable. He was an incredible fuck, and I was always satisfied by him, eventually. But last night would not be one of those nights. And as my luck wou...
**To get to know these characters, please read "The Plumber Has a Huge Pipe". Thank you to everyone for reading my story, let me know if you would them." Don walked around work in a sex crazed daze thinking of PJ. She was so beautiful. And what she could do with her mouth. "When would she taste me again," he wondered as he walked into the shop. "When would...