As Sally clicked open her email first thing in the morning, she was quickly pleased to see an email from him and smiled with wicked pleasure knowing he was out there just waiting for her. The email was even better than that since it told her that her last story had caused him to have one major hard on. Yes, she was very, very pleased with those results! She...
I didn’t used to be a screamer. It’s something that’s been happening more and more as I get older. I try to repress it. I’m terrified that one day the phone will ring and it will be our neighbor, checking to see if I’m all right. It starts with a quiet moan when you go down on me, your lips grazing over my sensitive skin, your tongue sliding along my folds....
This one is pretty weird, even for me; if you are squicked by extreme scatology then you should probably just move along to another story. It's the result of one of those sleep-deprivation-induced writing sessions, done mostly in one shot and then edited for modest coherence. Now that this is out of my system, I think I can return to "Instant-On" in a "softe...
My name is Giselle Madsen O'Shea. I'm a plump, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Irish housewife living in NYC. I stand five feet eight inches tall, thick, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. My husband Leonard O'Shea is always at work. Such is the life of a corporate raider. He's spending lots of time with his skinny mistress Leigh at the office...
(Author's Note: This chapter does NOT contain any sex/erotic scenes. Purely this is for the storyline of the series. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.) With gentleness, Nikolai places Angeli...
When I turned fifty, I gave myself a present of a week at Hedonism II in Jamaica. In preparation, for six months before going I had dieted, and worked out with weights for six months. I was determined not to be the fat old guy on the nude beach. The first full day I was there, it rained all afternoon. Several of us stayed in the hot tub, drinking and tellin...
I awoke early, despite the escapades of the previous evening that carried on 'til the early hours. Josh was sleeping peacefully and showed no sign that he was about to wake. I ran my finger down the inside of his arm and got no response, he was out, completely. Making my way to the bathroom I flicked the button on the laptop and planned out the next part of...
Hello, there. My name is Kurt Lowe. A tall, good-looking young black man living in Iowa. I attend the Iowa Institute of Technology, a private four-year technical college. It's a pretty good school. One of the best in the state. A place where I am the undisputed lord and master of all I survey. I'm a member of the Iowa Tech Men's Football team. Actually, scra...
For the second day running the bright yellow pickup caught Billy McNabb's eye – the vehicle was clean, meaning no dirt, no marks. Owned by a perfectionist, he deduced. He imagined the guy – late forties, divorced and no-one to play with so devoted his after-work time to watching sport on TV and drinking beer while eating steaks at hash-houses, keeping an ey...
You throw on a red t-shirt and do up your jeans. You know tonight's a big night, lots of chances to make good with the ladies on the floor. You check yourself out in the mirror and figure that you're looking about as good as you're ever going to. You received the unique luxury among the people of your floor through a fluke of paperwork that never got correct...