The afternoon sun was beating down as Mark walked towards the front door, but at least the typical local humidity was non-existent on this Thursday afternoon. But was it the heat or the anticipation that brought the beads of sweat to his forehead? He was picking up Erika at her apartment for an afternoon picnic. They hadn't seen each other in over 10 years u...
The party was at Mondo’s house, as it always was, almost every weekend, and especially holidays. But it wasn’t like I went there all the time, every once in a while sufficed. And of course you were always there when I was, most of the time anyway, and when you weren’t it just wasn’t the same. I kind of felt it was the same with you. Vodka and orange juice i...
Charlotte was a married woman who enjoyed writing erotic tales inspired by her own personal experiences with other men outside her marriage. Her husband knew she was seeing other men, just like he was seeing other women. They had a very open marriage sexually since neither of them could satisfy the other. She had a very high sex drive, and he had a very low...
It was nearly pitch dark in the bar, and an air of excitement was palpable in the quiet murmurs of the crowd. Frantic whispers broke out as the emcee stepped to the microphone and the house lights came up. Now you could see the large screens hanging from the ceiling in strategic spots along the room. Now you could see the pommel horse onstage, the examinatio...
Strong sexual content It was mid afternoon and Nora was home from work early. She and Norm had a hot date tonight and she wanted to get some things ready before he got home. It was their first wedding anniversary and she wanted it to be special for him. She could not surprise him with everything but that made it even more special that they could share. She...
[All characters in this story are 18. In fact, everyone in the world is 18. Happy 18th birthday, because everyone's 18th birthday is today.] * "I'll kill you after school, faggot," I whisper to him as we take our seats. And it's the last class of the day. He gives me a tiny smile and a nod, like it's all his plan not mine. Class starts. My notes are all...
It was the summer of my eighteenth year, I was out of high school and heading to college in the fall, and I wanted this summer to be one I would never forget. Oh, I will never forget it but not because it was fun. The first weekend I went to a party with friends, we all got drunk and on the way home, we were stopped and ended up arrested, the only good news...
She'd given me quite an odd assignment as preparation for the scene. I reread the note she'd sent me, just to make sure I wasn't misunderstanding. "I'll be at my place waiting. Before you leave, I want you to obtain an egg. And as you make your way here, I want you to consider the properties of the egg and what symbolism it might hold. Tonight and tomorrow,...
Day1 I'd always thought that Sarah was a submissive. Something about the way that she spoke, held herself and seemed to hold all males in such deference, had always made me think she was a sub - and now my suspicions had been confirmed. I caught her reading 'The Story of O' in the garden area during the wonderful sunshine we'd had today. I'd only gone for...
A couple of days after Gail had introduced me into the fun to be had in disciplining her 25-year-old submissive husband, she rang me early one morning. I had been lying back in bed, fingering myself and dreaming up delightfully wicked ways to inflict pain on Rufus, the hugely cocked young body builder, when Gail rang. "Hi, Christel here," I said, rather slo...