All things are true. For as long as creatures on this planet have been able to string thoughts together that didn’t involve basic needs, we’ve been asking the question “Why?” We ask it about everything. Why does it rain? Why does the sun shine? Why does the sun stop shining? Why am I being eaten by this saber toothed tiger? Even in our earliest forms humans...
Chapter Three - The Duchess 'I don't understand. It was nothing like any dream I've had before; it was clearer and the details were complete. It was real and I was that woman. Yet I can't believe it was true - that it was what you expected.' 'Take your time and tell me about it.' For several minutes Bina stares at her hands where they rest folded in her l...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination and totally fictional. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. * Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh mi...
(Author's Note: This tale is a "period" piece. Liberty has been taken with the use of Olde English in the writing to match the tone of the times.) Nearing the top of the turret stairs, the challenge rang out "Who goest there?" "Tis I, Lord Robert, Giles." was mine response. "M'Lord, thou art the only stir upon this cold clear night." "Is that not good af...
He bent forward, his weight firmly pressed against her back. The rough wood of the table was now scratching against the skin of her thighs. Skirts up and twisted, and his hand firmly entangled in her dark curls, pulling her head back even as he bent her forward. Her neck smelled like a meadow, clean, herbal and warm. He savored the simple scent, no perfumes...
This is not a good hockey story. If you want a really good hockey story, read SA Penn Lady or MugsyB ("The true North, strong and free"). This story was written because it hurts if I don't write it, and also so I don't have to write any more of Ch 2 of "A New Birth of Freedom". Any excuse will do. This story has homophobic and anti-Semitic language, which mi...
To Sleep Perchance To Dream Of Cuckolding! Carol was a mousy woman of 38 and a virgin when she married at twenty. This was the result of strict religious upbringing at home and school. Her mother taught her that sex was dirty, only necessary for procreation. Carol had three brothers and her mother boasted that as soon as she'd had a daughter she had never...
First of all I must introduce ourselves, We are not one of those couples who go to the gym together and work out regularly, who are slim, who dress in the latest fashions, and are regularly seen in our SUV or sports car. No, we are in our fifties, overweight, take little exercise, eat too much - eat fairly well with lots of fruit and vegetables and wholemeal...
WHO'S TEASING WHOM? Upon hearing my blowjob fantasy, you (female) are marveling at the particulars of the things I'd told you. Except, you're having some doubts about it, especially doubts concerning the real necessity of what I described. For a moment, you internalize on all that I said, asking yourself, "Can sucking it like he wants it, is it truly that s...
The setting is mundane. A business meeting. You're sitting across the table from me. There are a few other people in the room and someone's talking. Can't remember who or what it was about. At one point I drop my pen on the floor and stoop down to pick it up. While I'm down there I glance up and see your legs under the table. I notice your knees move ever...