Disclaimer: all characters in this story are at least 18 years old. My name is Adam and this is my story of how I met a woman I loved like no other. Throughout college, I developed a fetish for married or otherwise unavailable women. Maybe it's better to call it an obsession: I was not attracted to women unless they were in a committed relationship. Proble...
Mallory woke the next morning feeling guilty, as if she had actually done some of the things she was imagining doing the night before. The feeling faded quickly though, as the familiar sounds of her boys (aged 8, 11 and 38) getting ready for their days at school and work met her ear. Brandon entered their bedroom, already dressed for the day in a smart blue...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry readers, this final chapter slipped through the cracks, Several direct emails drew the omission to my attention. Apologies; enjoy. * Just as all but one the invited guests had been seated, the maitre d' took the call that Mr Marty Young had arrived. He opened the double doors and asked Marty to enter, announcing, "Lady Alice Ashton-Jo...
In the summer after my sophomore year at Oceanview U., I got a message from a guy I used to know, Yoshi, back in Japan. Yoshi had slender eyes and a deep tan, but a broad smile that made you want to smile too. He was the life of every party, but I mostly knew him from swimming in high school. He was one of the best swimmers on our school's team. I swam for t...
They say that when you work with something every day you become desensitized to it. Justin could definitely attest to that. Like when you worked for a pizza shop and so would soon tire of pizza and no longer want to eat it, even at another restaurant. For Justin, however, it was porn. When Justin had first started five years ago, it had been hard to concent...
There's an old saying, truth is stranger than fiction, and my friend Josh is pretty strange. He has an onion plant growing in a flowerpot in his apartment. It's huge. It looks very old and bedraggled, and has something that looks like an old pocketknife sticking out of the dirt. You can just barely see it underneath all the onion leaves that got cut off or d...
If this looks familiar, it's because I moved it over from my old account. I need votes and comments all over again, preferably just the good ones. ***** After a long week at work, I think I was just as happy not to have a date: changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants, ordering a pizza, opening a beer and watching the ballgame on TV sounded like a pretty goo...
Michael and Diane had been married less than a year when their sexual quirks began to emerge. Blessed, or some might say cursed, with voracious appetites for sex, their experimentation sometimes lasted for days. Their games invariably included liberal doses of bondage and discipline. Quite by accident, they discovered that they achieved the greatest sexual g...
It was only 10am and we were already on the prowl, our eyes scanning each passing male that walked down the promenade of the local mall. This early, the only carriers of the XY genes were either old men or young boys, neither of which appealed to our somewhat open tastes in the opposite sex. 'On the prowl,' Jesus Christ that sounds bad, like the two of us a...
After a long week at work, I think I was just as happy not to have a date: changing into a t-shirt and sweatpants, ordering a pizza, opening a beer and watching the ballgame on tv sounded like a pretty good plan. Then in the top of the eighth inning, I heard a loud crash from the apartment next door. This didn't sound good, especially since my neighbor Clai...