Koh was an eighteen-year-old, Japanese cherry boy, which was their term for virgins. He had a long, thin frame and mop-top hair. He was cute enough to be a member of a boy band, but he wasn't; he was simply a shy, reserved college freshman trying to overcome his lack of confidence with women and lose his virginity. Having summoned the courage to answer a cas...
"You taste amazing!" "What?!" I laughed. It just seemed like such a weird thing to say, like my vagina was pumping out high-test chocolate or well-vintaged wine. And my husband, he wasn't exactly a foodie. His idea of a great meal was a steak or even a pizza. I hoped that I did not taste like a pepperoni pizza, though I could more readily imagine my husband...
I spent a lot of time telling the first part of this story ("I'm His Proud, Willing Slut") and I think you should read it before continuing. But since some proportion of readers won't ever do what an author asks, let me do a quick recap. I've been a horny, shameless, cock-loving slut since college, and fifteen years later, I hooked up with my best friend fro...
This is the final chapter in a 7 part series. It will not make sense without reading the previous chapters. Chapter 7 - Commencement Early May 2018 As in previous years, the Saturday of graduation day was also the opening day of the Renaissance Faire. Knowing in advance that the engineering school wouldn't be helping, they planned to make the fair slight...
Another Fun Sexy Romp, that I hope you'll enjoy... Marty I love my wife Tammy to bits. She's the only woman for me and always has been. And there's nothing I wouldn't do for her, and I mean nothing. But now that she's about to turn forty, she's starting to wonder if she's still got it. Lucky for her, I've figured out the perfect way to prove to her tha...
The chapters are written in chronological order. For a better understanding of the characters and their mindsets I would recommend reading the chapters in order of publication. If you do not like stories of wives who stray or marriages where partners are shared I would consider moving on to other stories that are available. For those of you that have and p...
Mateo scratched his stubble and let out a cavernous yawn. Below the balcony railing he was leaning on the work floor of his father's printing house was bustling with activity; trolleys full of metal, paper and ink rolling back and forth between the machinery. He glanced in the direction of someone cursing loudly, an operator whose Linotype had just spat molt...
I put Charlotte to bed and stayed up knowing I needed to think through the events of the evening and be prepared for her reaction the following morning. Would she be embarrassed? Would she blame me? I wasn't sure but I was smart enough to realize it was going to be an emotional and sensitive moment that I needed to have thought through. I was up at 7:00 AM...
"My happiness is full and complete." Who would say something that insipid? Me. A proper writer might say I "murmured" it, though others hold that any substitute for "said" is an abomination. Did I mention that I majored in English? But let's stick to the topic. I know I said a lame thing, even if I did murmur it. In my defense, consider the following:...
3. Needless to say my night was -- again -- troubled. I removed and cleaned the vibrator before I went to bed, but the cage remained in its place. I woke up numerous times during the night to painful erection attempts. After my second night with little sleep, I was in ruins. I got out of the bed and left my bedroom. There was no sign of Mael yet. I did my...