~Saturday Night at the Opal Hotel's Blue Note Bar & Lounge~ "Cock size," Mia said, unflinching as if she had just ordered a Coke. The guy seated across from her wearing the suede vest and grey tam --what was up with that, by the way?-- sputtered his water back into his glass. Wiping the dribble from the bottom of his lip, he coughed, "I...what? Seriously?"...
"I'm tired tonight," Sylvie said. "I want you to relax me so I can go to sleep." She wanted me to help her relax by licking her ass. Nothing else. "Do I have to tie your hands behind you so you won't try to play with your cock while you lick my ass?" "Yes, tie my hands behind me." I surprised myself with my answer. When she tied my hands, they usually stay...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 y...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 y...
Have you ever driven down a road that you didn't know and come to an un-signposted fork in that road, made a snap decision and realised some distance down that road that you had made the wrong decision? Life is sometimes like that, you are forced by circumstances to make an instant decision and realise, down the track, that decision was wrong. This is exac...
Author's note: This story combines experiences from many different aspects of different people's lives. Many of the characters in the story are based on real people, but all names have been changed and locations anonymized. Its writing was prompted by listening to Gordon Lightfoot singing 'Home from the Forest', some of the lyrics from which are incorpora...
This is the beginning of my own version of a story line about the Carpathian Men and the women they mate with. I have always been fascinated by vampires and had my own take on them fantasy-wise. When I began reading novels about the Carpathians they seemed like exactly the image I had of what vampires would be like if I were to write them. This is the first...
Through text while I was eating breakfast I arranged to meet with him again Tuesday night at my house unless I had to work late, in my line of business one never knows. Though Sylvie and I were usually at the precinct before the rest of the team arrived, I was still surprised to see her sitting on the corner of my desk with a coffee for me in hand and a smir...
I rush into the bathroom without thinking. I've been dying for a pee over the last hour on my way home. A warm, sweet and sensual mist greets me. I look up and my heart almost leaps out of my mouth! For there is May, my sister-in-law, taking a shower! A lump rises in my throat at my first glimpse of her tight nubile body and I can feel a bigger lump coming u...
She walked in with a group of friends. Rowdy, half drunk, high on their own beauty, power, and grace. I'd been sitting just outside the door, the night beginning to chill, the sounds of the city all around me, the bass from within Club Liquid pounding in my chest, despite being outside its big steel doors. Liquid is in a bad part of town, but they keep comin...