I didn't believe it was actually going to happen until I was speeding down the runway at Kansas City airport in a plane bound for Cancun. I had been begging my parents to let me go for the past six-months and they finally relented. It was our high school senior trip. You have to understand, my parents are very religious and very strict. This was the first ti...
This is a semi-true story names changed and places obscured. Please send feedback and constructive comments. * My mother told me never to take a girl into an alley at night. She went on about how dangerous they were, with strangers lurking in dark doorways waiting to do horrible things to the people who wander in alleys. Alleys can be dark, imposing and di...
If you dislike stories where the women are strong and dominant and the men serve and are submissive, then go find another story to read and criticize. * I've performed as a sex toy for a dominant woman this past year. It was never my fantasy to be a sex toy, but here's what happened. One day, I searched through the website profiles in my area, looking for...
My name is Natalie Palmer. I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. I mean that's why I'm here, but you're a total stranger and there's nothing you can do to change anything. Still, I feel like something's bottled up inside of me and if I don't let it out I'll die. *giggle*... I have to tell someone and since that's how all of this works, you're the luc...
Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others. This is the second story. It is a...
This is my third true story. Please email me your comments. One was about a black woman, one was about a black man, and this one is about a white woman. * When I was 19 years old, I used to babysit for extra money. People thought I was crazy, but I thought it was the perfect way to make money. You can sit around and watch television, usually eat pizza and...
The thought of his lips on her clit sent a buzz through her belly and up her spine -- like sexual thoughts had intoxicated her mind when she was a teenager. But she was no longer a teenager. Professor Sherry looked in the mirror in the restroom before she walked back to her class. She didn't look 40. She definitely didn't feel 40. Her palms pushed down aga...
The sun was still a good distance above scrubby old Mossback when we drove into Marty's yard, piled out and headed for the kitchen and the liquor. I grabbed Marty and brought him up short as the ladies disappeared through the front door. "Hey, man," I said looking him in the eye and deciding to just lay it out. "I'm ashamed to admit that Shauna and I . . ....
I broke off my reveries to find myself back on that Montana front porch and Marty, delighted with his wit, smirking at me from over Kerri's shoulder. Shauna, meanwhile, continued to stroke his arm, eventually putting her hands to his cheeks, pulling him gently toward her for a quick smooch. Kerri rose from Marty's lap then, and we embraced. I could feel her...
Kenzi Reinman sat up in bed, slipping off her sleeping mask. Her breathing was heavy, and there was a slight glisten of sweat on her chest, making her white tank top cling to her breasts. She had had an incredibly sexy dream- a forbidden, naughty, delicious dream. It had been about her much older, hot neighbour Mark Grath. He was old enough to be her daddy,...