It was raining heavily as Cassie Lewis walked rapidly while holding her handbag above her head trying to save herself from getting too drenched, her car had stalled and she had to leave it where it was. Her friend Molly Carpenter lived only a few blocks away, so she headed there. They worked in the same office and had been friends for years. Cassie was singl...
Monica's story: Thursday evening I was trying to stay awake and finish reading this incredibly boring chapter on Reconstruction after the Civil War, when the phone rang. Maybe it was Jennifer, I thought, since I was wondering why she was out so late. But it wasn't Jennifer; it was Jennifer's mother! "Hello, Monica, may I speak to Jennifer." "Uhhh, Mrs Mat...
Author's Note: This is the love story of Marty and Todd. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex sc...
Sitting in the café centered between the hustle and bustle of a well-established business park, I read my book. With only my turkey sandwich and the constant bustle of people around to keep me company, I enjoyed the forty seven minutes I had left. It was then when I looked up to scratch my head and noticed her. I was a quiet, reserved guy and I read a lot....
Only another woman could possibly understand that deep inner longing for a child of your own, so when Louise rang me and poured out her heart I resonated with her deep desires straight away, and had no hesitation in agreeing to them approaching Peter to be the sperm donor for their child. Even when Louise confessed her strong conviction that the child needed...
It certainly was a surprise to answer the knock on my door, open it and find a gun pointed at me. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxer style shorts, a man in that position feels very vulnerable. Charles stood there, and I could see his eyes were red and he was upset. More than upset, it was closer to rage. I even knew what kind of gun it was, I had sold it...
Lamont always had a big problem. Well, sometimes it was a problem but most of the times it was a blessing. At nineteen years old, he was 6 foot tall with smooth, dark brown skin, low cut black hair, a trimmed goatee and beard, and two hundred pounds of muscle from weightlifting and playing football. Lamont's problem was he had a hard time finding underwear...
My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby li...
When I was 19 I spent my summer picking strawberries at a local fruit farm. As the strawberry picking season runs from the end of May until the middle to end of August, this fitted in perfectly with my summer break from university. There were about 20 of us pickers working there, most of whom were women from low-income famalies trying to boost the pay of th...
At the end of the day, on the way home, I decided that after such a long hard work week, I needed to relieve myself. With so many difficult days in the office, I was glad it was Friday. As soon as got in the front door of my apartment, I called a couple of my buddies and said we were meeting at the bar for a few drinks. And quickly our plans for the night we...