The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather uninterestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other...
This time she didn't leave a trail of giggles as she ran from his embrace into the bedroom. It was their third day. On the first day he had penetrated only her mouth and on the second day only her vagina. Both of which she knew were unusually small and delicate. She hadn't found much pleasure in either activity, or for that matter in the reciprocated oral...
Mackenzie and I always enjoyed sex. She is vocal when we do it, saying things like “harder,” “deeper,” “give me all of it,” “more,” and the like. I have a reasonable 6 inches, but such comments led me to believe that she would not mind if I were hung larger. A few weeks ago, I went on an educator’s tour, and wound up sharing a room with a black teacher from...
I never would've thought I would end up here in this situation. My parents: dead. All my life I never would have guessed they'd end up this way. Both murdered by a drug lord. A simple case of the wrong place at the wrong time. No,my parents didnt do any drugs or drink. They were just out on a much needed date, to which I had convinced them to go on. "Mom, D...
The first time I met Tracy and Samantha was a drunken night in Detroit. They were living with a pimp named Walter. Walter was a mean mother fucker. He was bald with a gold hoop in one ear and a giant scar across his face. Tracy and Samantha looked good then. They were draped over some rich car salesman's knee. I only met them because my boy Rodney owed Walte...
Author's note: Thank you to JK Moreland for his editing help once again. ~ellie Grace had floated through Monday, flirting with Tristan via email, text and an evening phone call; even work seemed more enjoyable for Grace. Adam rang Tuesday and reminded her they had a date at the club Friday night and asked if she could possibly take Friday off work. "Ar...
I'd had fantasies of bondage all of my life. I often went to the adult bookstores to view the bondage films in the quarter peep shows and buy bondage magazines. The female form in bondage was a complete turn on for me, but I mostly wanted to be the captives I saw in the movies and magazines. I wanted to feel the restraint and total captivity of the bonds. A...
A View to a Spill Some years ago I had dropped over to visit my friend Sharon, who worked in the office of a naturst group I belong to. The group runs a private beach on a secluded stretch of the Jersey Shore, generally for couples and the occasional single female. I hadn't been able to visit all last year and wanted to see how business was going this seaso...
Before I started dating my wife (see my last story for details about her), I generally didn't have much luck with the ladies. I wasn't a frat guy, I wasn't a jock, I wasn't a bad boy...I really just hung out in the friend zone and waited for life to happen to me. However, when I did take the occasional chance, it went one of two ways: utter disaster or so mu...
Dulce was nervous, and the waiting wasn't helping at all. She was sitting outside the Vice President's office, a person she had never met, having been summoned for punishment. But for the last half hour or so, she had just been sitting outside the Vice President's office, feeling alone, scared, and very small, listening to the secretary field phone calls....