My name is Jason and here is my story. This is my first time writing in this manner so it probably won't come out the way I want it to. If that is the case, then I'm sorry. I'm a 22-year-old guy in college. This should be the time of my life. I'm living in the dorms, I'm away from my parents and I can do pretty much whatever I want. Well it isn't. I'm no...
Disclaimer: This one is much shorter, and it doesn't go very far. But I've sat on probably six or seven versions of this story over the past few years, never releasing any of them. I'm unhappy with how "Arthur" was written, so I've tried to rewrite that unsuccessfully, and as many drafts of follow-ups as I've tried to write, I'm not all that happy with those...
Mogadishu-born and Ontario-based dominatrix Mistress Fatuma Suleiman sat naked ( save for the hijab on her head ) on her slave Mohammed Mokhtar's face, squashing his visage with her big round ass. Lying flat on the king-sized bed, his arms and legs tied, the nude Somali stud couldn't budge as his Somali dominatrix introduced him to yet another aspect of fema...
Thrown together with putty, electric tape and the finest stolen furniture, swing clubs dot the landscape. Hidden like camouflaged hunters in the dense underbrush, venues of questionable morality — whether they be churches, or sex sheds — are ubiquitous. Rifle through the glossy, substantial pages of your local adult rag, and you're bound to uncover advertis...
As fall progressed into winter, Ted and Emily continued to meet at church, but less frequently because of Kayla's text the night of the talent show. Ted had taken to risking being seen alone with Emily in public, but only in out-of-the-way places. Many trips were made to the smaller outlying towns for dinner dates, movies, and walks, and Ted used his imagin...
CUTE AS A BUTTON "Three out of four people now believe in angels... What are you fuckin' stupid?!?" ― George Carlin "Isn't that cute as a button?" Phyllis queried. "You bet!" I responded. "The button pressed by el presidente to initiate thermonuclear war," I silently concluded. Am I the only person who's never looked at a fucking button, exuberantly ex...
Inspired by an idea by enigma3 in the Forum. * They say size doesn't matter, but when you are - whether by length or girth - within the smallest five percent of the population, it's difficult not to feel self-conscious about it. It's difficult to talk to women without imagining their horror, their amusement, their mockery, their contempt. Easier to avoid r...
Chapter 3 – An exciting drive! For mile after mile we chatted animatedly just like an excited couple on their first date seemingly ignoring the strangeness of the situation. Yet I felt very different. My body was electric charged with an emotion I'd never before felt. As if an addict I wanted to taste Jacks salty cock again and be forced to take him in the...
Sex Prep 101 Readers often ask me why I haven't written in a while. The truth is, I haven't felt passionate about adding anything to what I've already written; nothing that would be useful to the good people on this site. I do now, though. And I'm excited about it, because this is by request. Yes, I've been asked to cover a topic. If you haven't had sex...
I'm not sure how to begin this story. I'm Jay and my wife Elizabeth and I have been together over 10 years and I just found out some things about her that just blew me away. I guess I should try to give some background first to explain. We both have always been very sexual, when we first got together we had sex on the second date, although when I think abo...