Inspired by sm… * * * * * When I heard the key in the lock, I asked myself for the hundredth time how I came to this strange pass. Instead of doing the sensible thing like a normal suburban, middle-aged housewife, I sat, skittish and blindfolded in an upholstered chair situated in an obscure but well-appointed London hotel room. Did I mention that besides...
Straight out of college, I had spent several years working at a large site of an even bigger company. There were over a thousand employees on site, spread out over several buildings on the campus. With so many people on-site, no one could possibly know everyone. However, since this particularly industry trended towards introverted, middle-aged men, it was na...
Marine had fallen under the spell of a young creep who had fucked her repeatedly before stealing all her money. He then informed her husband to provoke her divorce and deprive her of any help. He was planning to force her to sell all her properties to his benefit. Afterward, he intended to prostitute her. She confided to her friend Kira who requested Kyrhan'...
This is part three of the first story I have written and felt compelled to put online. It is a work of fiction based heavily on events that I've experienced, a couple female friends, and other things that have shaped me as a person. While many people seem to prefer writing stories that get down to business, so to speak, I wanted this one to feel somewhat mor...
"Mina. Come in here, please." Although he was in the next room, his tone was soft and low, as if he'd been standing beside her. He'd called her to the living room with the same words numerous times by now, and she was almost always apprehensive. So often, it seemed she'd done something wrong and he'd recite instructions with soft patience while she stood be...
This story is totally fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or places is only coincidental, and was not the intent of the author. The three young men stepped into Debbie's bedroom and all three lined up at the foot of her bed. Richard pointed to the boy with striking red hair and told her. "This is Brian, and the guy with the strait blond hair is Tomm...
Jane and I and Bridget and George had been close friends for many years. Bridget and George had moved away several times but always ended up back in Florida. Jane and I had stayed put and had done well. No matter where they lived we always got together several times a year if we could. My wife, Jane is a very pretty woman. At 32 she shows no signs of being...
I was nervous the entire trip, my stomach rolling and my hands sweating the whole time I drove. The excitement was brewing inside my center, my mind all of it. He had consumed so many fantasies over the years, I should take a moment and start at the beginning. We had met online in a chat room, got to know each other a little at a time. Basically we were fri...
As I remember waking up: Something wasn't right with the world. It wasn't anything specific, just a bunch of little things that stacked up to a lasting feeling of unease. The sky wasn't right; it was very bright, so bright it was more white than blue. But the harshness didn't hurt my eyes or even make me squint, and it wasn't hot either. The pavement felt...
NOTE: "Tropical Dreams" was written as an episode in the Spring Orgy on Malinov's Island, which was underway on the sex story newsgroups during the summer of 1998. This story takes place after the authors attending the Erotic Writer's Workshop on the _S.S. Sybaris_ flee the apparently sinking ship and are stranded on a deserted (?) island. This version is sl...