A lighthearted flash story of a man who becomes insecure with the size of his penis. ***** I was 25 when Joanie and I got married. She was a tall, very attractive 23 year old and I loved her dearly. Her first copulation was uncomfortable but she was deep and I knew she'd get used to it. After all, most women I'd known learned to enjoy it. She was no except...
Syndie laid back on the sofa; running her fingers through her auburn hair and closing her eyes in thought. She really needed this evening to herself. Life was hectic to say the least. Just over an hour until she was due to meet Him and she isn't close to ready yet. The date was made rather quickly with Him, few directions given to her leads her to believe...
Chapter 4 “I thought he would be here by now.” Tariq said looking at the neon blue clock that hung above the stage. He looked up to see Leila and Harnati in a dark corner on the opposite side of the club. Harnati was biting at Leila’s neck in a lustful passion…Leila always did like it ruff. He could see pleasure written all over Leila’s face as Harnati sunk...
In talking with her friend Debbie she mentioned her desire to get away from things for awhile. Practically the moment the words left her lips Debbie's face lit up. "I've got a little cabin outside of El Dorado Springs that I'd be happy to let you use for as long as you needed. I might even join you for a day or two," her friend said. After a short conversat...
I am a fairly average guy in my thirties, about 6 feet tall, 180 lbs. The only things that distinguish me are that I am fairly well off financially, am considered by many women to be very good looking, and I have a clinical fear of intimacy that has totally screwed up my sexual relationships with women. I had no problem with performance the few times that I...
"Trust me" you hear me whisper softly into your left ear. Nervous you lick your lips and nod your head, you can see nothing through the blind fold which makes all your other senses sharp, you smell my cologne and the scented candle that I so often burn, you hear the music I put on, a flute, a fiddle, some others you don't recognize some Irish melody from m...
Author's Note: What?! Another submission!! You mean this ISN'T a DEAD one?? ^_^ Anywho, I thought I had lost this file. And after some hemming and hawing about the fact that I didn't know how to tie the beginning and the middle together, I have finally decided what to do. There is no sex in this chapter, but plenty of plot. Now all I need is a proof-reader.....
This story is a collaboration between wordy_1s and chimera44. If you like what you read here, please check out our other stories. My computer has gone to sleep. Yet I sit perfectly still, waiting. The early morning sun outside the window belies the chill of what is now, really, early fall. And the chill is also inside, seeming to hover close to the floor...
Chapter Three: A Whiff Of Debauchery I am Anne. I am the woman who went to Chicago to fuck a Russian concert pianist and his juicy Chinese page turner. Remember? I am also the woman who afterwards whispered "I love you" to her husband while rinsing her lover's fresh sperm from her cunt. By now you must find me disgusting. Please don't think I'd care l...
She stopped at the edge of the ancient oak forest at the sound of the swallows. They were swirling and swooping and dancing in the air over the marshy water in the distance. They were black and sleek and sensual in their diving grace. She stood for a very long time, lost in their beauty, her gathered pelts tied and hanging to her waist, and just watched the...