A lot of you were nice enough to say you enjoyed my first (long) story about the 'Pay to View' Voyeur flats but I am afraid that was not why I continued to write about them. I will admit to the weakness of subscribing to a couple of sites for more than a few months over the last couple of years. There has been something about seeing real amateurs having sex...
Several days had passed since the new couple had shared their latest "adventure" as they were calling the encounters. The two longtime friends had reunited after several years apart at a charity event less than a month prior, and the two hit it off very quickly. Both with time and opportunities in their life to explore and develop a transparent and mature re...
A friend once asked, if I could manifest all the money, I ever wanted what would I do with it. To be honest the first thing I thought of was quitting this stupid temp job and go to school because I really want to learn how to be a game developer and/or graphic designer. I guess that's the problem with this world though, you need money to do the things you wa...
Amber stood at Claire's door, hopping from foot to foot, hoping that she'd answer it soon. Amber had been drinking heaps of water during the course of the morning but had avoided going to the toilet, wanting to be ready to piss when she got to Claire's house. It was starting to seem that she might have had her timing a bit off though, because she could bare...
Hi Everybody, My latest offering is not for the faint hearted, possibly one of the toughest I've written. After my previous one that's saying something. A special thank you to Siren Capts for her editing. Despite the title this is fiction. All characters are the result of my over active imagination. Any resemblance to a person or persons, living or dead...
Author's Note: Read Chapter 1 first. There's also some action in this chapter for those who've been waiting. ***** "Gale?! Gale, can you hear me?" I was being rocked from side to side, while someone yelled into my ear. I groaned and opened my eyes, looking around. I was in a car, Fae's car. I thought I was in my apartment with her, "Oh, thank god." I heard...
I listened carefully to the homeless guy's breathing as he slept under the stained, stinky tent. Yes, ragged and slow...in this cold winter weather he wouldn't last the night. I was sure of it. I pulled out the chalk and drew the protective circle around the tent. It was difficult to get a proper circle due to how close the tent was to the wall of the alley...
Back at Tony's apartment, the rescue squad had finally arrived along with several squad cars of police officers. Mrs. Bronstein, having passed out completely had been returned to her apartment and would not wake until morning. "God Damn, I thought I had seen everything." The EMT remarked as he placed Tony's headless and dickless body into the cadaver bag an...
Chapter 2: Workshop in Lust The powerful sexual attraction between Karen and me continued to grow over the next few months. Our shared intimacy, which had saved our lives in the collapsed building ("My Secretary Ch. 01: Survival by Lust"), now threatened to drive me insane. Whenever I made love to Lori, my wife, I pretended that she was Karen and my climaxe...
Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others' privacy, and also because they don't matter. * As I have recounted in previous entries to this diary, once I finished university I...