This is a true story, at least as far as the situations and events are concerned. The dialogue has been somewhat enhanced, but it reflects my emotions - and my wife's - at the time. ******** I first realized that I wanted my wife to fuck someone else when Barb (my first wife) told me that someone had come on to her at a party while I was out of town on bus...
A girl needs it all ways.. Marie looks as good as ever walking with me along the beach at Farley's Creek. Her long blonde hair shuffling in the slight evening breeze, her clear blue eyes occasionally catching mine when she turns and looks up to me. I tease her so much about being a short ass but she retaliates saying; "better than being so tall with head in...
As a creative writer, I look for things either in my own life or in someone else's and I twist them every which way, creating an original piece of work from my imagination; that's what creative writers do. But once in a while, it's wise to reflect on one's personal life, without changing what really happened, in order to make sure that insanity hasn't taken...
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light." ― Groucho Marx The three-legged Chihuahua scampered across the sickly-lit camino, on a collision course with its panicky prey. Loping behind the beast were its minions ― a pack of the same variety, but each with four limbs. For whatever reason, these "complete" counterparts weren't able to keep pa...
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light." ― Groucho Marx The three-legged Chihuahua scampered across the sickly-lit camino, on a collision course with its panicky prey. Loping behind the beast were its minions ― a pack of the same variety, but each with four limbs. For whatever reason, these "complete" counterparts weren't able to keep pa...
It all seemed to come down to her nipples. Oh, it never started there, certainly. She hardly ever evinced what one would conventionally interpret as desire. She wasn’t given to frequent or overt displays of affection, even in private. And if she was ever horny, she was as reticent about it as a Vulcan would be about premature ejaculation. Indeed, getting he...
Dr. Winderly and Jim had only a little time to make all the arrangements. Gear to pack and connections to make, but they had enough money to get it done in the time they had. In what seemed a blink, Jim found himself on a 747 over the ocean. Dr. Winderly was curled up on the seat next to him leaning against the window. The middle seat was empty, so she was...
** This is an idea I had for a serial story that takes place in a future where men are ruined and women dominate the Earth. If there is interest I may continue the story. Hope you enjoy. ***** It started as a treatment, though an accidental one at that. Much like Viagra was designed for heart medication and the other effects were only discovered during tes...
Author's Note: A somewhat brief reminiscence of fond days gone by, not to be taken too seriously. I've put it in Erotic Couplings since that's what seems to fit it best. It is a work of fiction and a willing suspension of disbelief is recommended. Unless you are one particular woman in the universe, in which case, I hope you'll forgive fudging certain facts....
"You really must stop that." "Stop what?" "Making your nipples stand out like that." "I'm not making them do anything." "Then why are they sticking out like that?" "They're very big, and they can't help it." "How big is big?" "Enormous really. About nearly an inch long by about 3/8ths of an inch in diameter. Bigger when I get excited." "Phew!! Bullet...