Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the storyline is true, the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early sixties and seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** It was a typical Saturday morning in December...
When I got to my dorm room, my mind was racing. I was worried that Amber and Bryn were talking about me. I was worried they would tell other people. I was also thinking about the sexual things Amber and I had done. She spanked my like a child. She also stuck her finger in my butt. It felt great, but I am not gay. Did she think I was gay for liking that? I wa...
The small park lay still and dark, pungent night vapors beginning to rise in the cooing air. Thank god we live in a small town where you don't need neon vapor lights to keep the homeless and druggies from taking over. I lay on my back in the middle of the rose garden dreaming and smelling the fragrance of the American Beauties, dreaming about how great my li...
Ronnie leaned back in her task chair and watched the poor tattooed girl struggle against her repeated violation. She would scream and moan, struggling against her bondage even as she felt her hips begin to betray her to the rhythmic purring of the sybian. Ronnie's head snapped back – she was exhausted. None of them had slept in almost 48 hours – since before...
Note: This story is mainly oriented around setting the story up for later installments, so it will take a while for the sex to get started as a result of getting the story told. Thanks for your co-operation. ***** "Four threes," James stated slowly, lowering his cup back over his dice, his hand having obscured my view of them. I looked under my cup. 1, 3,...
It was that time of year again, the lead up to Christmas, and all the businesses were having their end of year parties. It came as no surprise then when Cat came home, poured some wine and told me all about it. "It's fancy dress this year." Sounds like fun, I'm thinking. I work in a small electronics store with a bunch of other geeks, we never have any dece...
It was nearly evening by the time that Suzanne left the city. She glanced back to where a few Purveks hovered by the edge of the buildings, watching her go. As predicted, they made no attempt to follow. She pushed off between the trees, letting them disappear from sight. It had been several hours earlier that she and Cliff had been allowed to get dressed an...
So you don't have to figure it out yourselves I'll admit straight out that I, Tom Collins (my parents had a sense of humor), am a strange dude. Perhaps the strangest aspect of my life is that I'm a jack of all trades, master of almost none. For example: --I really got into Houdini-like magic such as getting out of handcuffs, straitjackets, underwater breat...
This is a partially true story, with some embellishments and enhancements out of my own fantasy. I'll allow you, dear readers, to wonder what is true, and what is contrived, where truth ends and fantasy begins. Enjoy. ;) Mistress Margo was waiting for me in the reception hall of Saint Petersburg Airport. I had been there a couple of times before, but this t...
Ch. 1: A Birthday Surprise I walked slowly along the crowded grandstand, stopping periodically to debate the wisdom of my intentions today. I had been goaded into taking risks before but the latest dare from my friend was by far the most threatening to my confidence and self esteem. "Are you really sure that your brother has the only key to the men's chang...