As a writer here, I am quite different. I write for women! I write in the 1st and 2nd person present text. I write for those women that are sexually bored, sadly underappreciated in their roles as girlfriend, wife and mother, or frightfully inhibited, but hiding a secret insatiable fantasy side...I write for those women that yearn to be in the grasp of str...
NOTE: For those of you who have not been following this series, it's about 24 main characters that are all news anchors. They are doing video shoots and using select pictures in the shoot for two calendars. One calendar is of single and married anchors. The second calendar is of MILFS. The proceeds are going to their selected charities and each anchor gets t...
It was early morning, the air was still soft and the dew still clung to the fragrant grass. The leafy, variegated shades of green canopy of trees laced what promised to be a brilliantly clear blue sky. Master began stretching and I followed his lead, thinking that we were going for a hike or run through the forest as we often had. He smiled at me a bit, an o...
Sorrel lay in bed, half asleep, half awake. The sun was just beginning to peak through the curtains. It was going to be another beautiful spring day. Someone or something had been touching, no tickling, her feet. She peered down and saw Fletcher. He'd sneaked upstairs while everyone else was asleep. "Hello sleepy head," he said. She yawned and spread her a...
Art History "Oh. My. God. If I have to walk through one more museum, I think I'm gonna start screaming." "Sammy, mellow out. What'd you think we'd be doing on this trip? The whole point is to go to museums and look at art." Beth smacked her friend on the upper arm and rolled her eyes. "No. The whole point was to come to Europe and to be...in Europe – no...
"Pull out your dick and get it hard!" Her blatant command took me by surprise, but then again I was "in training" to become a porn star. I glanced at the room full of people, several guys just like me standing in line at the Vegas convention center Adult Film Expo. Not sure what to do, I hesitated. If I did what the buxom blonde had requested there was a goo...
College students find all older people aren't fuddy duds. Charles Goodwin sat at the dinner table with his wife Susan, daughter Carol and granddaughter Mackenzie. "I hope you remember you're going with us to our reunion." "Yes, dad. I promised." "I think you'll find some others your age. I hear a few of the men now have young trophy wives. Others may be...
Daylight is waning rapidly, as it does in the tropics. The dense green jungle surrounding our cabin is dripping with humidity, yet the temperature at this altitude is comfortable, not so hot that the moisture in the air feels dense, and not so cool that clothing is required. We can remain comfortable in minimal clothing, if any at all. I am looking out th...
A bus stopped at the Kushiwa Street. The driver, mechanically, opened the door and let out two teenagers. He didn't care of the boy at all when he passed, but when the girl passed, he couldn't help himself smile as she skimmed his shoulder and moved her pinkie hand at him, thanking the driver for the ride. He waited for her to get out of the bus, nor withou...
Chapter 1: Urinal Gag This one is dedicated to M.S. It was during an email exchange that I sketched out the fantasy I'd had when I first came across the Urinal Gag online, and that gave me the impetus to write this out. That shows how valuable that feedback (especially emails and private messages) can be. It makes it feel worthwhile to know that these stori...