Insanity runs in my family. Despite that fact, every Monday for the past two — no, three — years, my psychoanalyst Chamomile (yes, like the tea!) has told me the same thing: "Leonard, you're not nuts. You're not crazy. You're not a lunatic. You simply have some issues we need to work out." Several sessions ago, however, after diagnosis of and treatment fo...
Sandy and I were a new couple, having been dating less than a year, but already I could tell we were well-suited for each other. She had many of the same sexual thoughts and fantasies that I found stimulating, and was not shy about sharing them. We spent much of our time alone together exchanging fantasies and sharing each other's stories of past escapades w...
This story is specially for all you femsubs out there, who a like a little humor with your domination. Ok, ok, so my name is Sub Joe. Don't let that name fool you. My name ain't Joe, and I ain't a fuckin' Sub either. In fact I'm a mean motherfucker. Look at my Avatar if you don’t believe me. Charlie Manson, or what? Now, I'll be honest, that name did used t...
Do one or two casual encounters with a same sex partner qualify one to be considered bisexual? What if the encounter was during a threesome, foursome or moresome? How many same sex experiences does it take before you are classed as Bi? Must you actively seek out and engage in sex with a same-sex partner to be considered Bi, although you would normally prefer...
"Good morning, Allen," said my sister Anna. Great, I thought, this is just how I wanted to start my day. It was Valentine's and I had broken up with my girlfriend the week before. The details are not important; the issues came from both sides. Anna is a sweet girl, kind, understanding, and very outgoing. She has a lot of lovers but I wouldn't define her as...
My new boyfriend and I were doing some shopping, well not really we were hanging out at the mall. That is what he thought at least. I hadn’t known Lance very long. He was a friend of a friend. We had met at a party a few weeks ago and had hit it off. The sex had been great, it was wonderful, Lance was a very thorough man and I enjoyed a man who took his time...
I woke up on the couch in the middle of the night, about 1am. My head ached. My back was even worse. On the coffee table lay a tipped wine glass, stained red, alongside four empty bottles of pinot noir. My chest felt tight. I reached up and felt the strap of a bra. What? The activities of the night before came flashing back. The dressing up. The make-up. T...
Tim stood atop the Time-Warner Building, one more gargoyle on the Gotham skyline, his cape shifting and flowing with the night wind. He only ever took a little joy in looking like a badass—maybe a little more when he was with the Titans, and he dropped out of the ceiling with a plan and a good one-liner, and they all reacted with shock and awe. In Gotham, th...
When they arrived back, Eric was led straight up the stairs by Victoria; she was now aroused beyond any point she could ever remember. Eric was bone hard and willing to accept any punishment or humiliation after witnessing the show, being introduced to Sylvia Rennes, and the exquisite yet curiously challenging promise of cuckoldry. Though desperate for immed...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you like my work, please comment. This is the first installment of a new series where a suburban housewife reluctantly acknowledges that she needs to look outside of her marriage to satisfy her lifelong craving to submit completely to a true dominant male.*** "I can always tell when a sow hasn't been used in a while," he said evenly. I...