A Ms. Neb Story This started out to be a "How To" essay but I ran into trouble almost immediately. Men, and more specifically, how they like their blowjobs, are like snowflakes and fingerprints. They are all different. It was just too daunting to write a one-size-fits-all description of how to please all men orally. I am not qualified for that. However, aft...
It was in the evening, almost a week after her infection, when Mother finally came out of her room. I had been out and about all afternoon, buying groceries and other needful things, and got home probably about 7 or so. Right about sunset. A sunburst of pale pink stretched across the sky, and pale stars were already peeking out of a canvas of deep purple. Th...
!--My first ever story about a person testing their identity, who they have chosen to be, and of course sex with someone you picked up at a bar.--! The process itself had only taken about an hour. It was a large half room sized machine with a conspicuously human shaped cavity in the center adjusted specifically for my height, w...
Cassie was having a considerably better day than Eric. She made a few friends, even had a couple of guys hit on her. Flattered of course, but she turned them down. Not knowing she could hear them, most of the guys walked away cursing Eric. Cassie giggled and decided to go find him, as she hadn't seen him since the morning. She searched a few buildings before...
Tonight I've made preparations for a romantically quiet evening for us. A good movie and a nice meal with the phone turned off. I've selected a mild bottle of wine that will go great with the broiled shrimp and Mediterranean chicken dish that I've prepared. As you sit on the couch randomly flipping through channels while you wait for dinner I lean overtop of...
Sarah's eyes were closed but the room was still clear in her mind. She had been there seven times before. The parlour was small but reputable. It was fronted by large glass windows and with brick walls inside hidden behind reams of white paper holding black tattoo templates. In the back was a cushioned table where she now lay. Her jeans were pulled down low...
While this is a stand-alone account of my wife Amber, the context is best understood by first reading 'Unpredictable Amber'. This story is loosely based on a true incident. Waking up Sunday morning to the noise of our two sons running around the hotel suite made the amazing experience Amber and I had with Tom the previous night seem like a dream. I still c...
An unholy light casting itself freely about in a maniacal fashion illuminates an unknown world behind the enveloping, shadowy trees which surround me. A pale blue glow envelops the land, yet the ditch I reside in, moves into the distance as a shallow, receding, complete darkness. Walking along, many things, past memories haunt my mind, leaving trails of resi...
Meya was in the kitchen, gloriously naked bar a white apron and leaning heavily over the table, working to pull herself back together in order to make another trip to bring the last of their breakfast to the table. Keane, seated at the table and reading the newspaper, looked up at her with a wicked grin. "All right, sexy Minx?" There was a slight dampnes...
If one word were used to describe Margot Smith it would be…amazing. She was the most well rounded individual in the high school, being a good athlete, a talented artist and musician, and she still retained a 4.0 GPA on a 4.0 scale. Margot was the picture of popularity, but she never showed it. She was just as at ease playing football with the jocks after a b...