I posted this story many years ago under the user name tom6. ***** OH! A painful stinging sensation shot from my right knee. It felt like 'Carpet Burn'. It couldn't be?... It was fresh and I was sure there was no way to account for it. It was Friday and the sudden pain halted my morning yoga at the second posture. I moved into the Lotus Posture and went i...
Emma shifted slightly in the driver's seat of the RV motorhome. The last four hours of fucking had taken their inevitable toll. Rose and Sophia were sleeping off their own exertions at the back of the RV. Scattered across the couches and beds were tee shirts, shorts, bras, knickers and trainers. There were spunk stains across one of the cushions and some...
This is more of an article, I suppose, than a story...one that I know the anonymous trolls, and one not-so-anonymous troll (you know who you are, 26XXXX) will bash. Those maladroit morons just don't get it that they don't belong here, reading stories that they don't like in a category that is dedicated to extramarital experiences, and feeling the need to pos...
* 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...
As we made our way through the crowd, I scanned the bar, hoping to see some cute guys. It had been a while since I was with a man, and I was feeling it more than ever tonight. The girls and I hadn't been to Vegas in a while, and I warned them that if the opportunity presented itself, I was gonna be gettin' some. I wasn't looking for anything real, so this w...
Chapter 2. --book-- Teagan cursed as she raced up the steps of her high school already late by 15 minutes. She was not ready for a Monday morning after spending all weekend online searching for different profiles on serial killers. She slid up to the office window and smiled at Miss. Deas the office aide, "Good morning Miss. Deas." "Late again Miss. Mose...
This is a story is a fantasy grounded in some truth. It is different than my usual stories, but like all of my stories, it was inspired by some recent events. I hope you enjoy. It obviously helps to read chapter 1 and I want to thank those that commented on that chapter for giving me some food for thought related to this chapter. The plan is to wrap up this...
Her mouth was opened, stuck between wanting to take my dick in and wanting to protest what I was doing. The latter won out. "What about Dee?" she asked. "What about him?" Her eyes couldn't stay on my face, kept dropping to my dick. "He's your friend." That statement should've been a bucket of ice water over my head, should've straightened my mind, brough...
Here we are again! The next chapter is here - I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to support me! I was jolted from my fuzzy sleep to feel my back aching, my shoulders sore and feet tingling above me as the older model ship docked with the space station in geostationary orbit of the Insatious Class, permission-only, prison planet. I knew that someone, maybe...
Everything around her blurred into an amalgamation of colours and pointless shapes. She knew what they were. The faded turquoise painted walls that clashed with the strange red shade of the floor, coated with caked in dirt, and twin rows of students that kept to themselves. Some shapes were those of bags or haphazard posters celebrating school pride. None ma...