Liam wasn't a stalker. It wasn't like he crouched behind bushes and followed people with binoculars. He didn't dig through garbage cans, or creep up on people without their knowledge. He was an observer. He watched. He was aware. And most of all he was aware of Madeline. For example, he was aware that Madeline was also majoring in economics even though they...
We're quite possibly never going to meet IRL, that's one of the reasons why we've been able to be so candid with each other, why we've never felt any need to hold back. No shame, no hypocrisy. The geographic distance is not the true reason, a mere two-hour drive wouldn't have kept us apart, but the social pressures would make impossible anything but, at most...
"Sweet Valerie..." I whispered, inhaling the scent in her dark brunette hair. She was lying to my left, curled up with her head resting on my left shoulder. Her legs were entwined around mine. I was lying flat on my back reaching behind her to hold her butt and occasionally slide my right hand up her smooth back. I glanced around the room. On a very ornate n...
You meet me at the door with a kiss, already dressed up for our night out. You're wearing a nice dress that comes to about halfway down your thigh, showing off your long smooth sexy legs. The top is cut fairly low, demonstrating the perfect skin of your firm 34C breasts. Thin, almost spaghetti straps show that you have on no support underneath, not that you...
Terry couldn't draw. Every time he tried to the blank page stared back at him, virgin white, and all he could think about was whether Mika would call him. When he had met her, he had experienced a huge spurt of creative energy, and now that she was gone the well was dry. Terry guessed that maybe all that shit about muses was right after all. He drifted thro...
"My husband is a fucking asshole. Stop pulling your peckers ladies and turn me into a cum dumpster!" That declaration came from an extremely pissed off woman. Her appearance jumpstarted an evening of pure hedonism for all of us at the First Avenue Adult Emporium. I've had my share of memorable experiences in my friend's adult book store, but nothing like w...
There was a picture above Scarlett's bed. It was thickly framed in wood as black as pitch; the glass had a small skim of dust across it that could only be seen when the sunlight was directly on it. This usually only happened at sunrise. The picture inside the frame was small, almost too small for such a heavy and expensive looking frame. But it wasn't the...
Note: If you are looking for an immediate gratification and graphic story, you will be disappointed. This story is completely true, only the names have been changed out of respect to her. I hope you enjoy the realness, the tension and emotions of a scene that actually happened. Please share your comments, good or bad, I'd love to hear your reactions. *****...
I was deep into painting, listening to Coltrane, feeling the sensuous strokes of the brush slide against the hardboard picture. In some ways painting is like sex. I usually think about sex when I am making art, and try to bring out an erotic undertone in the work through color and form. The phone rang. "Damn, I hate it when that happens" Unhappy with bei...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 30). This story c...