It had been a long day. I finally made it home after nearly twelve gruelling hours in the office. As I walked through the front door, all I could think about was ditching my shoes, grabbing a drink, and flopping down on the couch to relax. Imagine my frustration when, as I entered the kitchen, I saw my wife Sarah sitting at the table, a serious look in her e...
Satisfied with how clean he felt, he turned off the shower's water and reached for the nearby towel. While he was towelling off, his wife informed him through the closed bathroom door that the clothes she had selected for him were laid out and ready on the bed. There was a hint of urgency in her voice, but he knew her well enough to know that she was just an...
Once upon a time, there was a bespectacled, intelligent, interesting and good looking young man. He happened to find a piece of erotica one night as he was prowling around the internet looking for some easy fun. He was mesmerized by the writing and pursued the story teller. In text he wooed her. Oh how he promised her delights would abound as he "kissed eve...
When I was younger to be called 'pussy-whipped' were fighting words. No self-respecting man would allow his woman to run roughshod over him even if it meant he never got laid. Now that I've been married, more years than I care to admit there are no better words to describe my lifestyle than the PW word. When we were first married I would go out with my frien...
This night like every other Adi was in the middle of an extremely erotic dream when she felt a hand gently shake her shoulder and Jenny's face appeared between Adi's half open eye lids. Before Adi could make a noise Jenny drew her up to her feet and stealthily motioned for her to follow, leaving the sleeping pixies in the clearing. After following Jenny for...
This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch4, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense. It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imaginings. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or abstract entity) is no more than a...
After New Years Eve, Dan and I talked on the phone whenever we could manage, between my class work doubling and my mother breathing down my every neck hair. She had not one clue or suspicion of Dan and my meeting one another, and that is how it was going to stay. Phone sex was our only way to keep our fire for one another temporarily abated. His hot thick vo...
It turned out to be a wonderful evening. My date was a perfect gentleman, as usual - opening doors for me, pulling out my chair at the restaurant. He even stopped a street vendor on the way out of the concert hall to buy me roses. I felt a little guilty about the way I had teased and tormented him earlier. As he pushed in my chair, my dress rode up my thi...
It had been a long day and Caitlin was shattered. In her head she conjured a deep silky bubble bath accompanied by jasmine scented candles, and afterwards, snuggling up underneath crisp cotton sheets. Then an elbow dug her in the ribs – "Sorry Cait, didn't see you there" - and she returned to reality. The impossibly overcrowded hotel room was hot and her ni...
I waited for the other students to file out of the class for lunch period until I approached Professor Witbeck with my request to make-up a missed exam. He had been expecting such a request due to the fact that I had been absent the day before; seeing as how he is my history professor, the exam shouldn't be too difficult. "Professor Witbeck?" I spoke as I...