There are a lot of things about this site that I'll never understand, but I have found that most of them center on the readers... For instance, there seem to be a lot of readers that go around reading stories that they know they won't like and then leaving degrading remarks on the stories. They're too cowardly to leave a name, but for some reason they thin...
* This story is purely fictional. No names, activities and places is inspired by real life* My name is Bill. About 2 years ago I found something that would lead to a divorce from the love of my life Linda. I have been seeing a psychiatrist for about a year and he asked me to try and put this experience into words, in order to help my therapy. My wife and I...
Day 2-3 Seeing you there with her was...not pleasant. I know we weren't in love, nothing serious, just havin fun, but that still hurt. I would much rather have seen you alone. Back on-island and choosing not to contact me of your own accord. That, at least, would have been bearable. I felt like we had some fun, and if we would have met up again it would ha...
If you'd have described Naomi Green's current life to her 18 months ago, she'd have disbelieved you. She'd also have been secretly horny. But Naomi's days of secret horniness were behind her. Her lover, Christina Holloway, knew every filthy, perverted fantasy that crossed her secretary's mind. And, as their relationship grew over time, she'd helped her indul...
My name is girl. I think. Apparently, I have recently been very sick. Although that is what He tells me, I don't remember it at all. I don't feel sick, and I don't feel as if I have been sick. Really, I feel pretty good. All I remember is waking up in a bed feeling very safe and secure as if I were in a cocoon. There was a man laying next to me breathing dee...
(This is the sequel to "Need to taste others" and " I also join in the fun".) (NOTE: One feedback on my story 'Need to test others', states that only a sick mind can write such a story in the Indian context. May be he is right. May be all Indians browsing this site have sick minds. But then how do you define a sick mind? Instead of committing sexual and oth...
"Salaam, Fatou, Jummah Mubarak, gorgeous, how are you doing?" Nagla Massoud whispered into Fatouma Kandeh's ear, and the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned, Afro-sporting young African Muslim woman turned around and smiled. Standing at the cash, waiting on slow-moving, short-tempered and often foul-mouthed customers to drop their crap on the counter so she could s...
"Mother, Father, everyone, please, may I have your attention," Charles said, making sure they were listening. "I have an announcement." Everyone stopped what they were doing and grew quiet. "Catherine, if I may," he continued, motioning her to his side. "I know this is highly unusual but I want the family to be here." "What is it, Charles?" Alice asked im...
Re-tool your life. Re-tool yourself. Sick of not getting what you should? Sick to fucking hell of all these assholes getting with hot people they really don't deserve? Sick to hell of Liberals and Feminists making impossible to jump through hoops so that only the privileged people get to be happy? Sick of being a goddamned incel? Look we all know that...
Jim Bellows felt like complete shit. The Customs and Immigration people had taken one look at him and just waved him through. Later they would get into trouble for not calling the health department. "Where the hell is she? She knows what time my plane was to arrive and she isn't even answering her cell phone!" Jim thought to himself. He didn't want to do i...