What might the world look like if women were usually stronger and more aggressive than men? Perhaps a society existing very much like the one we know, but with almost every gender role reversed. Not only that, but what if the ideas about the sexes that evolved in such a world were far stricter, enforced through every aspect of society and any deviation looke...
Maybe I should use a more provocative title like "I Am a Depraved Man" to make my thoughts appear intriguing and frank, suitable for the topic of sex in writing. Or perhaps, something steamy and titillating: "How I Raped My Sister"—mimicking true confession magazine headlines—more intimate and appropriate for the avid readers of EROTICA, the realm of fiction...
As is self-evident, this is the second chapter of a story, and I would suggest that you read chapter one first. In response to some questions I've gotten, yes, I'm a college student (just graduated) and this story is partly fiction, and partly not. Hope you enjoy. *** The rest of the week passed in a blur. Between classes, studying with friends, and well,...
Well hello there. Today I bring you a tale in the 3C universe. Whereas I've only written about celebrities in the past, this one is not. It also contains a different perspective on that world. Contains: sex, futa, etc etc. Everyone is over 18. Comments and feedback are welcome. Enjoy! *** "Art as defined by the dictionary is 'the quality, production, exp...
I am lucky, very lucky. Sometimes I think I have a little guardian angel sitting on my shoulder (on my bra strap) leading my life down lucky lanes that ultimately lead to good things - good things I really don't deserve. I'm going to skip through a lot of time now. It's time to draw my story of a young lad, or young lady, to a close. Both Sharon and I att...
(To the reader: This is the second in a string of many correspondences between a former professor and myself. It started out to be just a harmless little distraction for myself, to break up the day. It became so much more, so unrepentantly.) * She silently scolded herself. She let the day slip past with thoughts of lust, thoughts of wrapping her slightly d...
Calves burning, back sweating, pelvic bones cursing its owner profusely. This is the state of my body as I am dragging it up the stairs of my two-story loft, after a gruelling Saturday morning cycle. As I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror, an old venetian relic of my room-mate's Italian proclaimed ancestry, I make a poignant observation: I am a...
My hand traced the silky curve of white stockinged leg standing by my bedside. There is something about that sound, almost scratchy, but pleasantly so, of flesh stroking against the tight weave of a stocking that sends me into gentle palpitations. Under the circumstances, its owner might have shaken me off or, worse, told me off for taking undue liberties,...
The slut wife/cuckold relationship is a variation of non-monogamy which for me has little in common with the internet/porn portrayal. To each her own but I do not relate to the idea of forcing your man into cuckoldry or finding a better man (aside from role play). For me the sexual aspect of the hot wife/cuckold (I know many are more comfortable with the...
If there is one constant about living in Seattle, it's the never-ending rainfall. It's always cold rain mixed with some gusts of wind and leaves the overwhelming smell of wetness everywhere. I'd moved away from Seattle years ago, swearing never to return, but the sight of grey overcast still gives me nostalgia. I don't know why. I was never a very popular g...