Most of my readers know that I choose sexual quality over quantity, but new readers of my tales should realize that it does take a bit to get to the juice of the story. Thanks for reading and please feel free to comment. * The water was piping hot, near the point of scalding, straddling that finite line between pain and relaxation. I carefully lowered myse...
The vulnerability of men's balls fascinates me. I can identify with the women who get off on ball-busting. Of course, some just get paid to do it. I know very well the insecurity that causes men to crave ball-busting, to test themselves, to experience the unbearable and not cry like a baby. Ball-busting is a power trip for the ball-buster, of course—sort of...
Avery was apprehensive about coming home from college for the summer. He had just completed his second year of school and had already begun to consider Los Angeles where he went to school as home. Adding to his reluctance was the fact that he would be separated for the first time from Jessica, who he had been dating for over six months. Jessica was everythi...
The first time I saw Rose, she was kneeling in a dog run. Her torso was erect. Her hands were cupping around a white and black Jack Russell terrier and Beagle mix named Jack. Her hands were carefully holding the bundle of soft, short fur. The dog was curled into a surrendered ball to accept her petting. The dog head with the small floppy ears seemed very int...
Thanks for reading and voting. I enjoyed the comments. *** Chapter 6 -- Graduation Day The morning of Paige's graduation day she put on the black dress and underwear she had worn the first night we slept with each other. "I'm thinking about going commando." she told me. "What's that?" I asked. "You know, no underwear." "I always called it freeballing...
I had been teaching undergraduate school for about 3-years when I met Nancy over a summer semester. She was in the front row of my beginning accounting class. Bright, cheerful, eager, and slightly older at 32 than I, she sat pertly, directly in front of me as I moved back and forth across the front of the room, trying to elicit responses from mostly brain de...
Sallie Mae Rollins stared at the calendar and chewed on a fingernail that was already painfully short. Seven weeks remained before Christmas. Seven short weeks was all she had to find enough money to buy presents for her son. The eight-year old reminded her each night that he was the only one in his class who didn't have video games. "Mama, I wish you could...
I had a good childhood. Nice parents, two older sisters, plenty of friends in the neighborhood. Things changed around 10th grade. All of a sudden girls and boys were different, sex entered into the picture. For some reason, I was horrible around girls, just couldn't talk to them, relate to them. I was a brain, made perfect grades. Looking back, I was a nerd,...
Author's Note : Before you read this chapter, I strongly encourage you to read the previous 2 chapters. They explain the characters (with descriptions)and foundation of "the Group". I also ask for your comments (I never get enough reader feedback!), constructive criticism, or encouragement. I am still pretty new at writing, and can use all the help I can get...
Chapter 2: Workshop in Lust The powerful sexual attraction between Karen and me continued to grow over the next few months. Our shared intimacy, which had saved our lives in the collapsed building ("My Secretary Ch. 01: Survival by Lust"), now threatened to drive me insane. Whenever I made love to Lori, my wife, I pretended that she was Karen and my climaxe...