The old traditions of love, sex, and marriage have broken down in the modern world. Everybody has to find his or her own way of satisfying sexual needs. I did. It took me a while -- and what I found may not be permanent, but for the moment I'm happy with my sex life. My mother would be horrified. I'm 32 years old now but I was 28 when this story begins. I...
It has been a couple of weeks since Megan has started to work for me. We have fallen into a routine where she comes over around 4, lets herself in and works on the house, and makes dinner. I generally arrive around 6:15 from the office. Around 8 or so, she heads home, this gives her time to work on her schoolwork. Saturday mornings, Megan comes over betwee...
Russ and I have been together for 2 years and in that time have shared with each other many of our fantasies. I quickly learned that he was agreeable to most anything leaving me that comfortable feeling of sharing with him my wildest fantasy of all-a gangbang. Each time we spoke of it I became incredibly aroused but all the while he half-questioned my abilit...
I love to hear (even anonymously) from readers who have enjoyed my stories... if this gets you off, please consider leaving a comment :) ***** It all started at the beginning of my junior year in college at the University of Colorado. I spent my freshman and sophomore years at Smith College, a fine women-only institution, but I realized early in my freshm...
Her name was Sarah; Sarah Marie Cooke. Everyone called her Sugar. I never figured that one out. She was not a sweet lady. OH, to the contrary, it seemed as though she hated almost everyone. Well, everyone except her nephew Bartholomew. With that name you might expect him to be called Bart; he was actually called Deuce. No one ever spoke of why that name was...
Amber turned on the lights and looked across the silent, empty dressing room. She stepped over to the lockers and ran her fingers along their doors as she walked down the first row. Reaching the end, she noticed a bra peeking out from under the bench. She'd seen it the night before, but had assumed that whoever it belonged to would pick it up before they lef...
To the literary purists – This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy. How do you know if your spouse is a cheater? They protest too much, say they could never, would never, but how do you really...
Three months passed, and summer was now ending, autumn starting to turn. Alexandra's child heavy belly was now fuller in front of her, although looking at her from behind, one would never know. Her breasts were rounder, heavier, and she carried the healthy, sensual glow of a woman at her absolute peak of well-being. She was beautiful in her fullness, with a...
He met my father before he met me, upon my initial arrival to the I-House at my new university. I felt something the moment we first met...when we shook hands. Not a spark exactly...but I suddenly felt a sense of pride...I wanted to simply go for it. He was a tall, blond, brilliant Masters student from exotic Scandinavia. I had never met anyone from that are...
Every August, kinksters from all over the country convene at the annual Black Beat Conference to let off a little steam, party, and revel in some dark debauchery. It's a common meeting ground for people of color in the BDSM community, and the people who admire them, to explore their fantasies with others. It was also an event perfectly suited for Rick and Tr...