"Dammit!" I exclaimed. "You weren't always this frigid, so don't treat me like I'm an idiot!" Calling Sheila "frigid" was a mistake I had made once before. She hates being called that, but hey, the truth hurts. I was angry, so I had blurted it out. The argument started when our two kids had been invited to sleep over at their cousins' house. I immediately...
Readers often e-mail me after enjoying one of my autobiographical stories and ask, "Are your stories true?" Sure, of course they are, every word. Well, mostly. Sometimes, maybe. At least, as far as I remember things. Ah, fuck it, let's not over-analyze, just enjoy! Cheryl Morgan had, shall we say, a very healthy attitude when it came to sexual exploratio...
I used to hang on with a girl named Tuli. She was very pretty girl one can wish for. We were a very happy couple except some of the fights held like usual. We used to roam around the city while my classes were off. A couple of times I brought her to my home as well. As she was known to my parents, there was no objection of bringing her home with me. Now, mi...
I would like to thank my editor and those who provided me valuable feedback! * * * * * The noise emanating from the Sea Maiden tavern was often the only thing heard throughout the warm, salty nighttime air of the docks. Gone were the bustling merchants and stone-faced city guards who populated the area during the day, retreating to the safety found within...
Dianne looked at herself in the mirror and found a strawberry blonde face staring back at her. She repaired her makeup, accentuating her lips and eyes, to make sure she would look far more alluring then her present demeanor demanded. She felt tired and used up. She couldn’t remember a time when she had slept for eight hours straight and woke up feeling de...
PROLOGUE It was a rainy February night. I was sitting on my computer browsing the internet for an essay as the door bell rang. "Pantelis, can you answer the door, please!" I called. I was living in an apartment with two of my college friends. Ed was an old friend of mine, an Afro-American. I met him on my first day at the college. We were sharing this ap...
Most of this story is true. Heather is, and, from bar to restroom to Winnebago, so are Mona and Tim (although their names have been changed). Don is an embellishment, but Heather, most certainly, is real and really did much of what's described here... * Heather sat at the bar waiting for Don to join her. He had just texted her that he was stuck in traffic...
We meet in a small, quiet restaurant. you're wearing a slip dress with nothing on underneath, nipples visible through the thin fabric. I tell you to go wait for Me in the men's room as I take a seat, sipping at My drink and watching your body move as you head off to follow My instructions. you walk in slowly, several men are already inside. They're nervous...
Charmaine had been faithful to her boyfriend for 9 months now, although it was more a case of avoiding temptation as opposed to resisting it. Things were a little better with Danny, although still not right. It was August, and she was in her home town, 2 hours from her boyfriend. She went out with her friend Carla to the bar, something she did the odd time...
I enjoy flashing. I've done so mostly in my car by showing off my tits to other drivers, and once or twice in the darkness of a movie theater. I love the feeling of arousal that engulfs me, even when my displays don't lead to sex with the men who see me. But today, I want something more. I want some action. I want to be fucked. I dress carefully. First of...