Note: The following submission may be too disgusting for most readers as it deals with a fantasy that might better be left on paper. If you find sexual activity surrounding a woman's menstrual flow offensive please do not read any further as it is not my desire to offend anyone. This is the sequel to "Menstrual Love" which you may want to read first. * * *...
Dan often felt uneasy. He would nod and smile and try to get along with the lads, but they just weren't his scene. Not really. He always felt more comfortable around girls. Girls were smarter, more fun to go out with, and they looked so much better too. Such beautiful faces, bodies, clothes - everything about girls seemed better than boys. When he started s...
Tarotica 14: Temperance Moderation. Self-restraint. Blending. Fruitful combination. Artistic creation. Compatibility. A balanced expression of sexuality. Nothing in excess. Issues of prudence versus excesses in behavior, including sexual activity, may be on your mind. Anthony Louis, Tarot: Plain and Simple Possibly too temperate and moderate to achieve a...
This one is for Tim, who shares my love of shame. It was hard enough for me to get used to Emily's having a regular boy friend. My younger sister would of course continue to want me to clean her when she returned from her now quite frequent dates. I knew that she had this secret pleasure in my experiencing a first tasting of each time her boy friend fucked...
This story will benefit from prior reading of two previous chapters. It amplifies events that occurred in Chapter 02. * Eleanor's punishment and the hearing that was held in the District Court of the Women's Republic when she was scheduled to complete her sentence did attract some public attention. There had been few cases of adultery in the republic in re...
It is mid may, late in the afternoon. It is a gloomy day the dark clouds block out the sun, holding back the brightness and hope for the day. All through the day the darkness hung in the air like a wet towel. Rain had just finished, for now, and was preparing for its next downpour. There I am walking along, listening to my music, as I daydream to myself. I...
Rainwater trickles down the glass outside my bedroom windows. The thunderstorm has passed. Headlights from Atlanta's early morning traffic pierce the darkness in my bedroom and briefly illuminate it. Just like magic, the electricity flickers and the power comes back on. Staring up at the ceiling, I fold my arms underneath my head. My head is spinning; my bo...
Now, on the phone, I ask him to talk dirty to me, but I hesitantly say that I want something a little different. Usually, we fantasize together, speaking of what we’d be doing to each other, but today I want him to tell me what I should do to myself. I’m glad he’s so incredibly patient; I’ve already bitten his head off for speaking too softly. It’s just that...
I took Donna by the hand and led her back across the meadow, toward the pines. I glanced over at her and once again, I couldn't help but stare at her nude body. "Damn, you are so hot!" I breathed. "I can't believe you love being nude like this." "Nor I, you." Donna replied. "Bobby never wanted to do this. I was beginning to think I'd never have the opportu...
"I don't believe it," I said. "I saw it with my own eyes," said Dolores. It was still an hour until lights out. It was a warm evening, and one of us could have gone up to the upper bunk. But we'd gotten kind of used to sharing the lower one. It would get colder later, anyway. "Every falling star I ever saw just left a narrow streak. And it only lasted a...