He ran his hands down her arms, his fingertips curving inward when he reached her wrists caressing the more sensitive skin there for a brief second before finishing the movement by taking her hands; threading his fingers through hers. Walking backwards and never breaking his eye contact with her he led them into the bedroom. Her expression was awestruck when...
"Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth." ― Mahatma Gandhi "Opinions are like assholes, son; everybody's got one." Marshall's attestation was more trite than: "Women: Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." "Correct," I responded, "but the truth is like a nine inch cock; only a few of us possess those." The husband's smug smirk...
Author's note: I took a break from continuing the other series that I'm working on for this story, which was inspired by one of my fans. Enjoy! Samantha, a graduate student in my seminar on French literature, was late to class. When she had joined the department more than a year ago, in the fall after finishing her undergraduate degree, I had barely notic...
Chapter 13: The Golden Lady It was a warm summer morning, already promising to be a hot day, and Dorée sat ensconced in comfort, sipping her tea. She could hardly believe how things had changed since she passed through what the Duc called "the turn." He had turned her with a single word from girl to Lady, from slave to Mistress, and turned her world upside...
Always furtive, always changing unseen in the locker room, always avoiding public restrooms: this was his life. At just under four inches at full erection, technically, he had a micro penis. Otherwise, he appeared normal, even masculine. He was nearly six feet tall, but shut out of the world of normal men, or so he felt. It seemed such a shame; he wasn't bad...
"So, what else is there to discuss, ladies?" Brent Daniels turned to the women who had seduced him that Friday night in his own house, his once and future girlfriend Summer Hardy and her girlfriend, Deanna Falkirk. "Only things like ... where are we to live? How much do you think that we should spend on our honeymoon together, not to mention our wedding. Ho...
This was written at the request of a friend, a very sexy, Dominant friend with an extremely kinky mind :) Author's note: Before you get offended or disgusted please read to the very end* *** "What do you call this report card young man? 4 D's, a C- and an F." "I'll do better...I promise." "Yes you will. I think you need some proper motivation. Over my l...
Part 1 of 3: The Professor's Bottom Fall semester was starting next week and Professor Zara Ebadi was headed to the Dean's office for a private meeting. The University was planning to hold the first "International Festival" on campus to highlight the diversity amongst its faculty and students. Students were encouraged to dress up and represent their herit...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
What with my built in apartment lover squad and my regular appearances at one or the other of the sex clubs, my life was reasonably full and very satisfying. But, as time wore on, I began to sense a change in myself. I knew what it was and I was not totally surprised for I was sensing the change that mom had told me about. I was rapidly getting to a point wh...