When you get to the last paragraph and question the end of the story, Please re-read the first paragraph and you'll understand why. Do you really know what it feels like to love someone with every fiber of your soul? To have a burning passion, in that you want that person more than anything else on this blessed earth. To me, it was like an insatiable cra...
No Turning Back soppingwetpanties Dedicated to L.K. She doesn't want to, but she really does. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or act...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. . Chapter 1 Kenneth Kay came to in the rear of an ambulance as it screamed west on I-10, racing toward Lafayette General. Great, retching coughs began to wrack his body and the EMT gently assisted him in rolling onto his side to help clear the airway of any m...
Aaron moved from desk to desk through the office he had spent the last nineteen years in. Oh, he had not had the same job for that length of time but he had worked at the same address. He had risen from a claims adjuster to Assistant Manager during that time. Today was to be the last time he was in the office—at least as an employee—and it was not a full day...
Amanda looked up from her desk. She wore headphones as she typed out the reports for Ms. Kathleen and tended to block almost everything out around her. Mitchell stood at her open door, his mouth moving. She smiled and yanked the headphones off. "Sorry Mitchell, what's up?" "Miss Amanda, I'm just about ready to pick up the new arrivals. Do you have anything...
“May and December: The Journal of Bleu_Light_Special” My life has changed so much since my introduction to womanly passion in the arms of my beloved Amora (Bisexual Awakenings: The Journal of Bleu_Light_ Special). It’s hard to believe that almost a year has gone by since our tearful parting on the shores of Cholla Bay. So much has passed my way since then…s...
The Wedding (Patti Cake part 3) Chapter 4 -- Teaching, Teasing and Testimonials... I was a little stunned and leery after reading my version of this contract which wasn't all that different from Patti's... From changing my name to rescinding my rights to wear male clothing while in the employment of Darren and Carol -- or Ma'am and Sir, and also, not to f...
Based on the short story: Lost Days Make for Memories and Souvenirs By SplendidSpunk My name is Marci. I work as a project manager for a small manufacturing firm. I travel as part of my job, though thankfully that requirement is not a large part of my job. Mostly I travel alone, though sometimes I do it in the company of my boss Marty, or one of my cowork...
I have taken some poetic license in describing the mother's and son's sexual disorder, sometimes known as Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. It is not the same as nymphomania nor is it as pleasant as I have made it out to be, but then I wouldn't have a very positive story to tell. If anyone might have a friend or family member who suffers from this disorde...
*Note to readers: The inspiration for this story is two-fold. A colleague at work didn't know I was listening when he was 'rocking out' to a John Denver song (there's a real oxymoron) my dad used to love called Rocky Mountain High. That, coupled with a movie my girlfriend, Kay, told me about some time ago called Laurel Canyon, gave me the perfect setting for...