My name is Pete and my wife Ellie and I live near Portland Oregon. When Ellie was thirteen she started attending an after-school drama workshop in downtown Portland, called MiMi's, and stuck with it until they tore the old playhouse down to put up an IHOP in the late nineties. Her and her friends still boycott IHOP, since, according to her, the group had bee...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** London, England Bed sheets rustled while the frame rattled up against the wall. Pedals of red roses had fallen from the blue blankets of the bed, creating a mess on the floor below. A smacking sound was echoing...
Edited by Deep Blue C ***** Jim Cravens stood in the motel doorway, breathing in the beach air, the salty tang waking him further from his sleep as he looked at his car parked just a few feet away, the morning mist dripping from the maroon paint. He debated whether to walk or drive to the diner down the street and mentally flipping a coin, decided that dri...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my entry into the 2012 Halloween Erotic Story Contest. All characters engaged in sexual activity in my story are 18 years of age and older. Before reading I invite you to listen to the song "Final Breath" by Pelican, it's after this song that I got the title for my story, and the song plays a part in an important scene as you'll read b...
It was a small town, so small that my new job there became something of a topic of conversation at Nan's Café, the Federated Bank, and the Quick Trip, which was pretty much the extent of downtown Fair Oaks. I wasn't altogether comfortable with that kind of attention, but from what one of my new colleagues was about to tell me, the reviews were overwhelmingl...
Short and to the point: This is a Breast Expansion Fetish story. If B.E.'s not up your alley, then you probably shouldn't bother with this tale. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren Song: The Final Chord by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~~~~~~~~~~~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2014-06-01 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot fo...
The story that follows is VERY loosely based on actual events. Although the names of all the characters are changed and geographical locations may not be exact. This was one adventure that my beautiful wife and I have embarked upon. There have been others since we made the decision to enter the "Lifestyle". This particular event has done more in the way of s...
He was something of an enigma, when we were younger. When we first met. Maybe because he wasn't the typical kid next door. Maybe, too, because as soon as you met Dalton Rand you knew there was something about him worth knowing, something almost bigger than life. I say that because there seemed to me to be an inextricable connection between the Dalton Rand...
© 2020, All rights reserved - mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Stepping out of the hotel room into the brilliant sunlight, Betsy stood on the walkway that ran along the edge of the third floor. Facing east, she basked in the warm rays as they washed over her body, wondering what they would feel like if she was standing there naked like she had just eight hours befor...
This is Part One of a two-part story. Six years ago, during the summer after my senior year of high school, I got a job working for a laboratory in my hometown. My title was "Materials Manager," but that was euphemistic at best. It was peon work and not very interesting. I didn't "manage" anything; instead, I was responsible for organizing and restocking in...