Quick note from the author; this is a short story in which all of the following characters are 18 years of age or older, this is a story of fiction, and please take the extra second to rate after reading. Thank you and enjoy! ***** Simon was an 18 year old kid who was 'big' on exhibitionism. He was well endowed and he knew it. Quite frankly, he wanted othe...
Surgeon writing about a patient: 'it was feared [that] one that had the gonorrhoea spent his sperm betwixt her legs upon her pudenda, but this was not certainly proved'. "That is so gross," Kay whispered to herself. She was curled up in her favorite spot in the library perusing a 17th century medical journal, one of the suggested readings for her course on...
She was dancing like a dream, pouring out ectoplasm of ecstasy sweat, saliva and orgasmic squeals between her gaping breaths. Simon was in some even darker backroom, negotiating the price of a gram of smack. The lights of the main room were scattered across the ceiling, hobbling around like prejudiced junkies, a searchlight for something that wasn't there wh...
Two weeks later, Simon was still floating about six inches off the ground. He'd been teased by some of the crew, but mostly they'd seen just how happy he was, and grinned, leaving him to it. Of course, the sight of Marianne waiting for him at the station didn't hurt. He thought she was amazingly pretty, and when she saw Simon her face would light up with a...
Terra locked the front door to her house on the outskirts of the small town she is assigned to. She had to make it look good for the deputy who escorted her home, because he won't leave without hearing the lock click into place. The entrance to her bedroom is a special portal to the castle, but because of her guardians, her whole house has a magical spell, s...
Keith and Sarah On Friday night, even though they were both tired from their busy weeks, they made love when they got to bed, and they did what seemed to be their new plan, that is Keith fucked his wife very quickly, then he went down on her and gave her two really good orgasms. After that they were so tired that they went straight to sleep. The next morni...
Simon was pushing his lawnmower up and down the lawn. He hated cutting the grass. He'd never wanted to buy a house with a lawn in the first place, heck, he hadn't wanted to buy a house. He'd wanted a penthouse. But his ex-wife had been adamant. She loved gardening; she was going to spend hours making their garden a haven of colours and smells. The bitch had...
THE CAR I have to thank my editor Wildsweetone for all her help, especially her assistance with punctuation and grammar, not to forget her Eagle eyes spot the silly mistakes that both I and the spell-check have missed. If you just want to read about sex, either look elsewhere or skip the first fifteen hundred words. If you want a good story I hope you enj...
**Note** The following story takes place in the Icelandic capital of Reykjavik. Although the characters and events portrayed are entirely fictional, the story is based on actual Icelandic dating customs. ******* In most countries, the idea of the "one night stand" is considered sleazy and even degrading. However, that notion is not shared in the Land of...
The summons arrived just after breakfast and before his second coffee. Not having expected a call, Simon had dressed for the day in a tight t-shirt that showed off his pecs without being naked, and a simple pair of dress shorts that also hugged his butt. It was, after all, part of his job to be pleasing to the eye. However, had he known he was to be called...