When I woke up that fateful morning I had no idea I would have the best sex of my young life later that night. Don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed an amazing sex life with myself, my girlfriend/mentor Angela and a small but rewarding number of men. I have pleasured myself with a wide variety of sex toys that I own ranging from the average vibrator, suction cu...
He was a tall, slim moccaccino with four sugars and extra soymilk froth. For someone with those eyes, I expected something strong –something dark, black, and bitter. But for whatever reason, it seemed he liked things sweet. How ironic. I watched him carefully from my seat in the back of the coffeehouse. It was 12:17, and I should have been making my way t...
"I want revenge!" Marie screamed as the front door slammed behind her. "What happened" Lynette, her roommate asked. "I have just been totally humiliated! I was down at Sam's (a local bar), and, Oh I am just so stupid!" "Well, what is it!" Lynette asked, becoming increasingly annoyed by Marie's hesitance to give details. "I somehow got involved in a strip...
I want thank meathead96 for his most excellent help in editing this story. WARNING: This story is not erotic, but is very sexual, a "Sci-Fi/Fantasy" in nature. It contains sexually explicit scenes, language and some other pretty weird stuff too. * My desire to be female has driven me all my life, although I really didn't understand it or want to admit...
Lying on our big bed I watched my girlfriend's face closely. A few strands of her blonde hair had fallen out of the bunch she was wearing it in and had drifted across her face. Sweat had smudged her mascara slightly and left a sheen on her delicate face. The painted fingernails of her right hand were bunched in the sheet like she was afraid of falling away f...
Marcie's head flew up and down over my cock, licking the sides like they were coated in chocolate. Now, there was nothing unusual about Marcie giving me a blow job, nor was there anything unusual about her enjoying it. But there was something more there today. An urgency to her work that raised a flag that something was up. I just sat back and enjoyed the r...
This story owes a tip of the hat to Egmont Grigor, who recently wrote a story about a 'bad boy' banker. I loved the concept of the anti-hero banker, and this is the result. Thanks EG! To insure that my story wasn't too 'American', I asked in the LE forum for a 'witty Brit' to review my verbiage and advise me on British English vernacular. RachLou answered t...
This is a recent autobiography; however sex tragic one of me, Laura. Nickname: Vixxx. Aka: Wanton Vixxxen. Wife {twice over} mother to six {NEVER over} grandmother of thirteen and still counting with the youngest chick getting married and leaving the roost next year. Interior designer/ retail merchandiser by day; writer by night and Dominatrix anywhere in- b...
Chapter 6 Charmaine started the new phase of her life with uncertainty but liked the idea of living as a single woman when the possibility of having sexual liaisons appealed to her. She liked the idea of romance, of finding someone new and the fun of "falling in love" knowing she would never divorce Bill unless he insisted. She didn't want to be indiscrete...
SAM It was a cold wet day at the plant fair. We were indoors though, so business was still good and we were doing a brisk trade. In fact we were doing so well that I was wondering if I should ask Jill to bring in the last stock left in the van. I was running over the time we had left against the time to bring in the stock from two streets away and the likel...