The hot spray beats down my back, turning the skin red with the near scalding temperature. I lean my head back, lifting my arms to rinse the white lather from my thick hair, the soap bubbles sliding over my skin, pooling in a river between my breasts. Closing my eyes I sigh, utterly relaxed in the steamy atmosphere, the glass enclosing me, fogged over with t...
Die Ankunft der Brigantine Sacrum Maya VI Es ist der 28. Mai 1830 als Edward-Maximilian Williams wie jeden Tag zur Arbeit ging. Er ist 23. Jahre alt und am 31.12.1806 geboren in London. Edward-Maximilian ist 1,81 m groß, zu dem hat er blonde Haare, einen Schnauzbart, grau grüne Augen, ein muskulösen Körper und sein Kantiges Gesicht hat meist ein Lächeln auf...
It's Sunday on the California Big Sur coast; Spring time. Foggy and cold on the coast and you can see the sunlight breaking through the fog in the distance. We've know each other for years, or at least it seems that way. Occasional fuck buddies. Close, but for some reason we never seemed to want much more. You enjoy a little light bondage, and I enjoy bindin...
Not a poem. Not a story. Not an exercise in character development. And, erm, no... no speech marks. Not one for the pedants. * I... am bored. I'm waiting at a train station. Been on a reception for the country's best English teachers in some godforesaken shithole up in the grim North and desperate to come home. I went in disguise. So I am wearing a long...
Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** June was really starting to worry. Even by her girlfriend's standards, Chloe had been acting weird, and whenever June thought that she had seen the craziest thing ever Chloe had a tendency to introduce her to a whole new level of cr...
Note: This story is part of a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #9, is called "Full Report: A Play in One Act." It has...
Making the arrangements had been...nerve racking. Both of us had so many reservations yet, at the same time, so many reasons to go ahead. Two years of emails and phone conversations and some chaste webcamming had lead to this -- we were finally going to meet. A stolen weekend where, unknown to her, I was going to make as many of her fantasies come true as po...
This is about a cheating wife. If you don't like cheating wives, don't suffer through this. Move on to a story that depicts the type of wife you like. ---------------------------------------------- Debbie was waiting for her change at the Walmart one-hour photo service when she heard a faintly familiar voice. "Did you finally let Skip take some nude photos...
Finally alone. No distractions. No imminent calls from overbearing family or friends. No persistent paranoia making us jump at every odd sound. No worries or reasons to distract us. Finally alone with you: My love. My lover. Slowly, I savor the taste of your lips that I have waited weeks to kiss. Exploring a passion we have kept in check for numerous days...
It was a typical, quiet Friday night at home. You were watching television, your head cradled on my lap, as I sat in one of your soft, old t-shirts and my red satin panties reading the latest erotica. I had just read a particularly juicy scene and must have been squirming a little, because your head turned towards me and you took a deep breath, your lips cur...