First of all, let me preface this autobiographical tale by clearly stating that this is not a story about necrophilia. I think we should get that out of the way, since the object of my affection is very much alive. He's a vibrant, strong and handsome devil called Jack, with light brown hair that curls a bit around his ears when it grows too long, clear g...
I had just returned from four days at our Roseburg, Oregon plant to my office at headquarters in Tacoma. I checked the daily reports on my computer then looked at the time. 4:25 P.M. Friday afternoon. 5 O’clock couldn’t come soon enough for me as I really was looking to get out of this suit and tie and get comfortable and mix myself a tall rum and coke. I wa...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This is a bit longer than I usually write but breaking it up does it no justice. I hope you read through it. It's not a cuckold fest, not a swinger story. But it's the story of a woman from her point of view. It's a tribute to a young woman of my youth I never had a relationship with but found later fro...
Alpha Leo Volkov's POV I smiled when I saw Adrienne's car parked next to the pole barn. She hadn't called me back or replied to my texts, but I knew I'd see her soon. We pulled my new truck into the extra-deep stall, the extended-cab pickup truck easily fit inside the garage with room to spare. Mike came around and got the scooter out, helping me slide down...
Layla thought that the hike Selena had promised would be an intimate affair, just the two of them passing through a snaking trail far off the map, taking treacherous steps down slopes of black sand, possibly cutting through overgrown reeds with Gurkha knives and wearing anachronistic pith helmets. Instead, there were about nine people already there when the...
Author's note: This chapter marks the end of this series, which seems to have run its course. I am grateful to my readers who have commented on my story. As ever, I should remind them that this is a work of total fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age, and everyone who participates in any of the sexual practices described does so consensually....
A couple weeks ago I read an article about a group of students at the University of Sydney' s veterinary school who do an annual nude calendar to raise money for good animal-related causes. Naturally, I then did some research; turns out students do the same thing in Scotland, Liverpool, and other places, and that there's a subreddit just for these kinds of p...
"No. No fucking way, Todd." The prissy head of the English department, Todd Fogarty, leaned back and folded his fingers together. His bald head and leathery neck gave him the appearance of a turtle, Tara thought. "We're all having to make sacrifices, Tara. These students don't have anywhere else to go." She fought the urge to lean over his desk. That woul...
This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
(This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of consent. It is a contemporary story drawing from the current situation with two characters and I attempt to alternate between their perspectives. This is a continuation of my earlier work, "My Indian Summer". The story starts off with a young lad going to meet his newly widowed aunt who has...