All characters in this story are over 18 years. *** 'You upset?' Jules asked. 'It's nothing.' Leaning in towards her - 'What's wrong Leona? You look troubled about something.' 'You wouldn't want to be me.' 'Why not?' Filled with a yearning to unburden herself, Leona wanted to elaborate further, but feared exposing herself. 'We all need to speak our...
It was my fault. No if's, ands or buts about it. I was going too damn fast, the powerful Mustang felt so good to me, I just had to let it run. And run is what I was doing, the roar of the overpowered engine sweet in my ears, windows down, the blast of the sweet damp air of spring whipping around me. I slipped over into the left lane to pass a big semi lab...
Years ago, my girlfriend used to tell me that if I were a girl, I'd definitely be a lesbian. She was, of course, right. That girlfriend opened my eyes to all kinds of potentials in myself. It was probably largely because of her that I eventually realized that I wanted to be a girl - not just dress like one from time to time. So, several years ago, I embark...
It was the last day of school before the weekend break. Even though it was Spring, it sure felt like Summer had crept in early, with today sporting a sweltering 97-degree sunny day. Students heading to school were lucky enough not to have to experience the journey of walking through the sun. One student was not so lucky, however. 18-year-old Mackenzie (affe...
The regression room contained no windows or other sources of natural light. About the size of a usual therapy room, it was a considerably large space that still felt claustrophobic. The grey cement render that coated the walls prevented noise from drifting down the hallway and inevitably upsetting the other patients, more importantly it prevented any sound f...
One night, unexpectedly, during a love-making session, my wife made a confession about one of her affairs. There are two affairs that she's previously confessed. This third confession confirmed one of the more curious, and troubling events that I have long suspected, and to some extent been haunted by. Around two years after our last child was born, and pr...
A True Story. I doubt that Oscar Wilde had erotic literature in mind when he penned his famous aphorism. On the other hand, his self-described Socratic sexual identity certainly placed him at the fringe of Victorian morality. It is not so difficult to imagine carnal desires fueling his biting wit. This is not a story about Victorian era sexuality. This is...
Jeff introduced us, "Alex, this is Sarah Fellows, Natalie's friend." She smiled and shook hands. We knew of each other, but had never met. My parents sponsored a college reunion every so often at an isolated small lake in New Hampshire. A place that is heaven for a few short weeks every summer, after the mosquitos are gone and before the first frost. My sis...
Now I know what everybody thinks--A slut with such humongous knockers as myself must indeed be fiction—well my stories may have been fictionalized in parts, but I am indeed real. I am 6' 2" tall, blonde-haired, have eyes the color of glacial ice, am very in shape with an 18" wasp waist and am blessed with an all natural set of 60DD breasts. Yes, I know I loo...
The good Catholic girl turned MILF delicately pushed aside a shock of short coppery-brown hair that had fallen across her face. She was staring down at a densely packed page of legalese that was entitled, "Waiver of Liability." "If you want to go this way, you've got to sign it. Otherwise, me and my crew have some place else to be, lady." I said, not hiding...