He climbed over the fence very carefully, wearing his black clothes. His heart was racing in his chest and breathing was becoming quite hard. It was his day. His night. It was finally happening, Christine was finally going to fuck her boyfriend. And lucky for him, she was right next to him when she blurted to all her friends. This was the best opportunity he...
"This is just the right size," Zelma giggled as she held up one of the largest dildos and shoved it to the rest of the assembly. Many nodded while others murmured agreements. "Bigger than any man, and better as well, I should think," Zelma droned on accompanied by the collective giggles from her friends. "Even this is bigger than my former date's," Tess joi...
You bump into her and say, "Not a bad way to introduce yourself." She laughs, and introductions begin. You leave the restroom door unlocked, and give her a nice "view of the moon". She apologizes for intruding, then waits outside the door and compliments your ass. You poke her gently, but intently. Then ask, "What are my chances that you're gay?" She laugh...
Obligatory Disclaimer: The people in this story are real, but their names have been changed. This is a work of fiction; I wrote it to purge myself of an unhealthy obsession. While there is sexual content, I view this as therapeutic writing first and foremost; I'm indulging a fantasy and letting go of it at the same time. The title and final lines of this sto...
'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for.' I must have been about ten the first time that I heard this. I was out in the garden, practising bowling at a single cricket stump with an old tennis ball. My mother was drinking tea on the terrace with her friend Rosie. When I heard 'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for', I thought that t...
Cyrus muttered to himself and brought the barriers down around his mind, hard. Deep within the darkness, a whisper could be heard. It was a voice he had not heard for sometime. It was the metaphorical demon on his shoulder, and it was grinning vindictively. ~They don't understand your past even when you show them.~ The voice was like liquid silk laced with...
Just because I write erotic stories, and some may say not very good erotic stories, I have a stalker. Yeah, I know it is hard to believe but it is true. Now, alas, (I always wanted to use that word) my real life is an erotic horror story. Now, I must live my life in erotic horror and constant fear always looking over my shoulder. "What was that? Did you he...
Boarding the bus had taken a while, since Covid still complicated matters. He was in a hurry to leave town. A tall, dark-skinned man of African descent, looking impatiently at his watch, just another would-be passenger in a crowd. Ronald Temple kept looking behind him, past the portly white dude with the Chinese girlfriend, and past the Sikh gentleman with t...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted February 2012 Here comme the second installment of 3. There is almost no sex to speak of in this one. Enjoy! Thanks to Scalia for his patient editing. Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Chapter 4 I concluded I had been bumping into Martha by total 'coincidence' too many days in a ro...
It was the day after Thanksgiving when I stood at a urinal next to him. Of all the crowded stores in all the crowded malls with all the crowded parking lots off crowded streets and highways I found myself watching this fuck's stream splashing into a pool of water. Okay, okay, that's too much of a coincidence. Ever since my girlfriend, excuse me... my ex-girl...