Leviticus Johnson is the Alpha Male. His appearance is startling. He's half a head taller than 6 feet, tips the scale at 240, and his body fat is less than 4 percent. For those who don't believe a man with a 58-inch chest can have a 30-inch waist, meet Mr. Johnson. Leviticus, and only his very best friends call him by his first name, grew up on the mean stre...
(This one’s considerably longer than most of my recent stories. If there are situations or implements or dialogue that seem a little dated – or writing that seems stilted – that’s only because I wrote the story some time ago. I only just found it again, buried in a pile of old stuff. As usual, your feedback is welcome. Enjoy! – defiant^1) ***** With one th...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story was blatantly inspired by Kate Chopin's "The Storm," a classic work of erotica and a great Earth Day story before its time. This is being submitted to the Earth Day contest, so votes are greatly appreciated. Many thanks to LadyVer for her early feedback, and to dream_operator for his editing and comments. You guys rock! --- "K...
After that night of hot encounters with my stepsister and her cheerleader friends, which involved steamy sex and their pantyhose, I wound up attending almost all the football games they were cheering in; I just couldn't get enough of watching these young women in their hot cheerleader uniforms and gorgeous legs, wearing pretty tops, skirts, white socks, snea...
When you awake, you're not sure how long it's been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it's a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness. You sense a movement nearby and turn on your side to see me sitting at the edge of the bed where I've pulled ba...
Nervous! He asks me if I'm nervous. Of course I'm nervous! Wouldn't you be? "A little, Kevin," I tell my husband. "But you're going to go through with it, right?" "Probably," I admit. If he only knew. I can't wait for this, for the past two weeks I've thought of little else. Affairs are one thing, this will be something altogether different, it seems to...
As Marsha and I rode up in the elevator I could still feel Albert's big hand on my breast. It takes a big hand to get all the way around my D cup breasts. I was thinking of his hot lips on mine. I was still a little vacant, exercising my vagina and clitoris, staring at the numbers flashing the floors and anxiously waiting for the sixth floor to come. Marsha...
Part One: THE OFFICE "Mary! David! Get in my office - - NOW!" Jim yelled, his face crimson with anger. David's new to all this tension, but I've worked at the corporate office for years now, so I am used to Jim's end-of-quarter outbursts. He yells, he barks, he drips sweat all over, but in the end he calms down and eventually finishes the financial report...
Editor's Note: My late Uncle, a prolific writer of short erotica, observed two principles. The first was to have several stories, or fragments of stories, in preparation at any one time - this he considered avoided writer's block, since if he felt temporarily unable to continue one story then he could switch to another. The second was to follow the premise...
In the progression of our lives we tend to think the wildest of times, and most sexually adventurous, are those years that come before twenty-five, but as I write this I realize that the most exciting chapters in my sexual exploration are just beginning. In the paragraphs that follow I will try to share the experiences and feelings of a woman who thought her...