*This is a very shortened excerpt of a story I wrote many years ago. I'm aware that the writing probably needs work, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.* He saw them. Two women dancing together so closely that it was difficult to tell their bodies apart, they were so intertwined. The music seemed to be a part of them, their hearts beating in rhythm with th...
I believe I love her. I'd catch her every morning picking flowers nearby my cabin. There was something ethereal about her. Elegantly dipping just above each flower. I secretly watched and plotted for seven months straight. For some reason I thought she'd always known I'd been watching her. And for the first time she smiled at me. All of it was in slow motio...
It was a great pic. She was laying on the bed completely naked. She held the camera up above her head, aiming it down to snap a pic of herself, angling the camera to show a full neck-to-toe view of her nude body, her right knee bent up slightly. The lighting was soft, but her breasts were at the perfect angle to see how wonderful they were. He was at work....
This is the Book of Lovers, of which there are 69. Foreword _______________________________________ [0] It's been almost a year. Almost a year — since our old friends called me up, since my family sent me texts of condolences, since even the occasional supportive gesture from a stranger. "How to move on from the death of a loved one." I keep a little fol...
A kiss is just a kiss. . .NOT Call this a sequel to My Take on Writing a Female Orgasm or just a new 'How To' story; either way, I'm going to write about that old school yard rhyme K-I-S-S-I-N-G. How do you put feelings into a kiss? How do you make it more than just two wet tongues sliding in a warm cave of teeth and gums? Stop and take a minute to look...
Here is some stuff that I wrote that made me laugh. Hope it does you, too [what the fuck does that mean?]. * I have a great-grandmother, still alive at 92 years old... but we're not close... I owe her money. My attorney wants me to "wait her out." I was a victim of identity theft not too long ago. But the guy turned himself in... He was afraid I'd ruin HI...
* My Master has ordered me to write about my experiences as his sub. And I do as I'm told. My first account is based on my exhibitionism. He has made me accept that I love to tease and be looked at. One day, He forced me to act on it. My Master has also ordered me to admit, before I start, that I love the idea of turning people on, the thought of them rea...
Lydia stood in the dark room waiting for him to return. It had been a long while and she had lost track of the exact time. When he left he didn't say when he would be back but instructed her not to move. She was always obedient and didn't want to upset her record of being a good girl, so she stayed put in the exact spot despite the darkness and seclusion. S...
She heads back over to the bar she was at just a few hours ago. She can smell the salt in the air. It was a short walk from their hotel, had good food and a decent bar. She had been tired from a day at the beach so had headed back to their hotel to relax. He had promised to follow when he finished his drink. That was a few hours ago. He had probably picked...
Steve looked down at his crotch. A small wet patch was forming on his jeans at the end of the gently throbbing outline of his cock. He looked up in time to watch as Stacey left the room, taking in the shape of her hips and bottom in the tight black pencil skirt as she pulled it back down, smoothed the creases and silently walked out the door. His face stung...