I should tell you a little more about the lady in this true story. I met Anne outside a University lecture hall, our first lecture on our first day at university. We were both standing on our own, strangers from the provinces amidst the crush of city kids. I simply walked up to her and said, "Hello." From there, we attended the lecture sitting together, did...
Nicole is a collection of contradictions: clever and lazy, dazzling and chaotic, erotic and infuriating. She's also temporarily resident in Matt's spare room, and all because of a post squash-game conversation with his boss. "My daughter's landlord decided to repossess the flat she was sharing with friends," he says in the changing rooms. "Of course the sil...
This is an account of a true event.... I met a woman called Kate. We talked before meeting and discovered that we both like fisting and insertions. Over three hours we did so much that we could think of. To ensure we had lots of inspiration, I went to the supermarket first and bought vegetables, bottles, candles, anything phallic shaped I could find. When...
Lunch break without lunch was just a temporary, but ultimately unfulfilling, respite from another slog at the office. I hung my head over my mistake so much that my peers were quick to notice. "Neil, we were gonna go out and get some subs. You wanna get some too?" Daniel was a co-worker, tall, lanky and clearly enjoying working at a DMV. Nobody got more exc...
My name is Gina Holbrook and I'm a student at Newton Technical College in Newton, Massachusetts. Who am I? A tall, black-skinned, chubby, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed campus slut. I'm forever proud of my slut status. It's frigging awesome, hello! I wear it like a badge of honor! Hey, I'm a big girl and proud of it. Big tits, big body and big...
An Exaltation of Muse Ch. 04 Thalia is mentor to the frustrated muses assigned to writers who don't publish stories but comment freely—and frequently harshly—on other writers' stories. She has dubbed this unlucky lot Muses to the Overt Commentariat (MOCs); they meet each Wednesday at their local, The Fleeting Muse. Three Wednesdays ago she mocked some of th...
Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator's gradual acceptance of submission. Previously: The narrator has given Dex blanket consent and is prepared to explore what submission to her might mean. What he doesn't expect is a surprise in surgical steel. *** We're at a Vietnamese restaurant that has become our go-to place when neither of us wants to coo...
It was a few weeks after that hot weekend when Jerome brought Louise's roommate, Lynne, into the "Club" alongside my sort-of girlfriend Louise, who was now more realistically Jerome's. (You really have to read the prior two chapters of my journal first. Sorry, but it's too tedious to repeat the key details.) The four of us were now living in Louise's and Ly...
My name is Evans James Armand. Friends call me E.J. I'm a black guy living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've always been fascinated by a certain phenomenon. To the point that this fascination has become an obsession of mine. That's okay because I'm lucky enough to have the means of exploring and fulfilling my little obsession. The perks of having mo...
The door bell jarred me from my chair even though it wasn't unexpected. I made my way down the hall and greeted my old friend, Max. Before I could close the door another old friend, David, turned into the driveway and parked. It was unusual for them to be on time let alone fifteen minutes early but it was for a very different reason that they were here today...