Hi kids, I'm a mini-camera. I observe and (in this quickie) decipher, I guess you can say, what I see: I'm attached to the upper wall of the uterus in Cantara's love patch. It feels from the mere touch on the front of the camera lens that it is hot in here- wettening too. (Luckily, this is all an illusion in the mind, so don't take it too seriously.) All o...
I looked carefully at the small ad. "Take on our champion!" it read. "Win $5,000 in cash!" Reading the details, it was pretty simple. I'd get in a fighting outfit and compete against the champion - a trim, toned, muscular woman who looked Oriental - and if I could knock her out or make her submit, I'd win the money. Her birth name was Hwa-Young Lee, but h...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Warning: This chapter is very focused on water sports. The main character ingests urine on a constant basis. If this makes you ill, do not read. ***** My bladder was screaming on the ride home. Every bump in the road, caused a sharp pain. I was about to piss in the front seat, w...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Walter shares his fetish for women's panties with Tiffany after having sex with her. Never wanting to let her go, Walter remained in bed with the love of his life, 30-something-year-old Tiffany. With him suddenly a player, the big man on campus, and the Don Juan lover of a man, albeit a man in a dress and wig whi...
I was a college freshman in Atlanta many years ago and a buddy of mine and I used to enjoy the added thrill of inhaling certain herbal substances in the craziest possible places, one being the roof of the Peachtree Plaza Hotel, about 80 stories high atop the I.M. Pei-designed tower. We'd done this quite a few times, and the key was avoiding anyone seeing yo...
For some unknown reason, new writers avoid concise writing practices. Paragraphs become wordy, long drawn out sequences of adjectives, adverbs, and clichés as the aspiring author attempts to impress readers with their skill in literary arts. I am terribly guilty of this, even now, after twenty years in writing... but that's what rewrites are for. The dile...
Chapter 15 New life comes from shedding old skins. "Demetri wake up," she said shaking him seeing he was coming out of his rem-sleep. The first thing he did was feel his neck. He looked at her not knowing if he should be angry or sad when she said, "You've been dreaming. I need to know what you dreamt since I used power-of-suggestion instilling a thought...
I can't believe I am doing this. It really is rather embarrassing. But, I guess I must. My sex therapist thought it would be in my best interest to get my thoughts down. He called it "an un-addressed letter writing exercise" and said it was very therapeutic in its own right. So, here goes nothing! I'm addicted to sex. There, I said it. I am addicted to sex....
Tradition. It's all very well to have a tradition but not when it interferes with what I want to do. My parents run a market garden and we also have a couple of orchards. That means that when the harvest season rolls around we're awash with fruit and vegetables. This is not a problem. The big chain stores take all we can provide. The problem is my father....
Preface: I had a story idea that I wanted to pass on since I know I won't have time to write it. It's based upon something that happened to me last summer. I would love to have people complete it. I think it would be interesting to see how many different directions it would go. Here goes: I'm a 47 year old divorced mother of 2, a 17 yo boy, Kyle and a 19...