Once I'd told her about my fantasies she set out to make them real for me, she was trying really hard to please me, which she did; I never had any complaints in that department. She'd said I liked bondage more than she did but she seemed keen enough to me! So this one day she was playing out one of the fantasies I'd described, I would have to stare at her...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
I love sex and I make no apologies for it. I love sex to the point that if it were possible I think I would spend much of my time engaged in it. All right, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but you can see what I'm getting at. Since my very first time with the choir master of a church choir that in youth I sang with I've sought sex with any man I fancied. I'...
I followed her down the road, keeping strictly 50 yards behind the tall swaying body clothed in the white plastic raincoat. In the gathering dusk I couldn't see those rounded, tight buttocks and flared hips, nor the two firm looking breasts that I had noticed when I'd first started to trace her footsteps. But I could sense them, oh yes I could sense them alr...
I was lucky to get the job really. I had received minimal schooling as I was an orphan. I left school when I was 14 when I was put into the care of the Council. They started me to work in the Council Parks Department. I had stayed there until I was 18 and then left and had done odd gardening jobs since then. I liked to work outdoors and with my hands, so whe...
"I'm sorry kids, but it didn't take," Dr. Gruber said as he looked across the desk at the young attractive couple sitting before him. The news hit them both like an anvil as tried once again to absorb the bitter disappointment that flooded through them. For the past three years Brian and Bridget Anderson had been trying to conceive a child, and for the past...
Back in the days when this story was set, AIDS and Herpes and the like were unknown, the worst you could get from unprotected sex could be cured in days. Things have changed now and I would definitely NOT recommend unprotected sex with strangers. * It was the summer of 1982, I had met Julie 6 years before, in her native Manila when she was 19 and I was o...
Kathryn Jackson was depressed. Her husband had moved out of their home and stayed at an apartment in the downtown area that was owned by his employer. It was reserved for foreign business guests but he had spoken with his boss who agreed to help him out. Fred continued to make the house payment, paid the bills and gave Katie money for groceries and other exp...
I stood there at the window and watched as the car backed down the drive, turned right and then disappear down the street. I wondered why I wasn't more upset. I'd just seen ten years of my life drive away. Shouldn't I have felt something? Shouldn't there have been something other than a shrug of the shoulders and an, "Oh well; I guess I should go and take ca...
Lying next to my sweetheart, Jean-Christophe Etienne, I thank my lucky stars that he's safe and sound beside me in my bed. Every time I log onto my Facebook account or watch CNN, the trigger-happy cops have shot another unarmed young black man. A while ago they choked a black man to death for selling cigarettes on the streets of New York City. Seriously, Pre...