Lisa & I on Vacation – Part 2 The Next Day The door shut and I sat there strangely alone wondering what the hell just happened. Don't get me wrong – it had been exciting as hell and I had enjoyed every minute of it. I saw the light flash off under the door and muting the TV, I heard nothing coming from the bedroom. I reckoned they had actually gone to slee...
As early as the next day, Mrs. Smith defined strict boundaries around our sexual relationships. The details may have changed slightly later on, but the basic rules were set on Wednesday night following our first love making night together. * The first rule was that sex, talk about sex, anything about our sexual relationship would only take place within the...
After the weekend of a sexual lifetime fifteen miles up a side road in northern Mississippi, the real world was about to come screaming back with a vengeance. The alarm clock beeped at six thirty, and there was a lot of work to be done. I rolled out of bed, impacting on the floor with a crash as my bad knee didn't feel like cooperating. Michelle just moaned...
I work for Acme Consolidated International, in a tall building in downtown Chicago. I'm a middle manager, which means I take shit all day for a living. Today is no different. I get on the elevator on the 4th floor, headed for the 18th floor, where I have to deliver some papers to my boss. The elevator stops on the 9th floor. The doors open. You get in. I'v...
Author's note: This is another part in the continuing adventures of Jack Hart. While attending the IdeaCity conference in Toronto during June 2002, he was invited by Moses Znaimer, one of the organizers, to attend a of series special parties for conference guests and the employees of his television station, CITY-TV. Jack's first encounter was with the dimi...
The dream that he couldn't quite remember startled Lance awake, and seeing her sleeping beside him, her rhythmic breathing soft against his chest as they lay naked under a single sheet, made him sure that he wouldn't be returning to slumber any time soon. He brushed her soft hair away from her face, and wondered what she was dreaming, and found himself get...
Most of the stories written about Regina, were written by my husband who I'll call Steve. The stories, for the most part are fiction, except for "There's only one way to find out" and "That thing was inside you?", chapter one only. The rest was made up. The story I'm about to tell, however, is completely true and happened just last weekend. Steve will find...
I dated this knockout gal for about 6 months when I was in college. She lived with her parents in my hometown, and I lived in the other end of the state where I went to college. I've written several stories about her already here—"Feeling Kind Of Lucky," about meeting her at an outdoor jazz concert, she having her first group sex with me and my roommate on H...
What's up, player? My name is Stephen. The Hijab Hunter. That's all I can tell you and as you read this story, you'll come to know why. I live in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent who led a pretty mundane life...until I became aware of a certain change deep within myself. My parents are staunch Catholics but I am a fir...
NOTE: I wrote this story in 2007. The ages reflect this. *** When I went to bed the night of my birthday, I was as happy as I'd ever been. The girl of my dreams was now the lady in my life, and I wanted to make sure it stayed that way. She was even giving serious thought to having my child, which was more than I had dared to dream with any other woman sinc...