You are standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out over the world. From here you can see every fault, every sin, every transgression. It is like a voice in your ears, whispering, drawing your attention to every miniscule detail, ever imperfection. As you stand, listening, your attention is drawn to a run down apartment somewhere in the middle of phoenix...
Shanta was hustling and busting at the market that she hardly had time to sit down, let alone catch her breath. The canvas tent blocked out the brutal rays of the sun as customers came in droves to her stand. A naked man wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat stepped up to the table with several packets of blueberries in his hands. His long, flaccid penis touche...
In April 2004 my husband announced that his 25 year old secretary was 6 months pregnant and he was leaving me and our two daughters to be with her. Apparently I'd become boring and had put on weight – no longer the slim nymphomaniac that he had married 21 years previously. To say that I was devastated would be somewhat of an understatement. I thought that I'...
It had been Marjorie's idea. Little Tess, her granddaughter, had developed alopecia. First a small spot on the back of her head, it had spread until Tess' mother had dreaded brushing her daughter's hair for the clumps that came out. By three little Tess had been completely hairless. Alopecia Totalis, as Marjorie insisted on telling them all. But apparently t...
Day Four: Showers Slopping out proceeded as usual next morning. My knickers fell down again - there was really no way to prevent this whilst walking - but the joke was wearing stale, there was less laughter, and nobody bothered to lift up my skirt. Back in the cell I waited anxiously for Dawes. Breakfast came and went, and still she did not appear. The st...
"Keep it real girlfriend. It ain't that bad," said Monique out loud to her reflection in the mirror. She practiced smiling, quitting as the crow's feet appeared again. She had just detected this sign of aging today, two weeks after her 33rd birthday. She sighed and arched her back thrusting her bare breasts upwards. Was it her imagination or didn't her hard...
Many thanks to Dennis for the editing of this story. This story is a sequel to the first part of Falling Down - Climbing up. Please read that story before you read this one. About one year after dumping my cheating wife I had got a new neighbor, a single woman with a girl in the same age as my daughter. The girls became friends within a short time and f...
This story celebrates the joy of sex as it is experienced by a bisexual leatherman. The protagonist is a pansexual version of a Tom of Finland hero, a man who likes to wear boots and leather breeches when he fucks. In Part One he has been hanging out with the leatherboys, resulting in some very satisfying orgasms. In Part Two he is going to try his luck with...
After a couple of weeks of sneaking around we would go to Gary's house every Wednesday night and Saturday afternoon when his Mum was at the shops or Bingo and his Dad and brother at a football match or the pub and fuck, suck and masturbate like horny rabbits. I just couldn't get enough of his stiff cock in my hand, mouth or pussy and I soon developed a love...
"Yasmin, you're going to be our guinea pig," Dr. Stephanie Sloan said to me, a maniacal gleam in her eyes as she stood in front of my mirrored cell door, a notepad and pen in her hands. The chubby middle-aged African American scientist looked pretty smug standing behind the safety glass, licking her lips like a cocky bitch would. If only I had the strength t...