My name is Karen and I have a secret I have to get off my chest. First of all a little something about myself. I'm 27 years old and someone that cares about their body a great deal. I am a white girl and I have short dyed blonde hair, and a 5'3" athletic petite frame. My tits are quite perky but just a 30C, but my ass is where I get all my compliments. I hav...
Hi! My name is Chrissy, and I am so glad to finally find a place to tell all of my stories. Just so you know, they are all true (except for the names!). I get off retelling them to people and getting to relive my little 'adventures' as I have come to call them! I am a recent college grad (22), living in the Philadelphia area. I am 5'4," 110 lbs, 32A-22-34....
Wyo_girl has written a fine and very useful article on the choice of words in erotic description. It was so good that I felt moved to reply and add a few thoughts. Also, she misses a couple of important points and I wanted to suggest a few more "thesaurus" entries from my own repertoire – for the use and convenience of the young, as Oscar Wilde might have pu...
It is hard to compare sex outside. The breeze, the sunlight filtering through the leaves, the smells of earth and flowers, the buzzing of insects and an occasional curious butterfly that swoops and then settles; maybe on a pert breast. Or maybe on a cock to taste the pre-cum oozing from him as he pays homage to the beautiful woman before him. As a writer,...
Several weeks ago, I once again had the pleasure of meeting up with Charlene at the Belvedere. I had a blast at my first visit to the Bel (see Jake’s Tales Episode I) so I was looking forward to seeing her again. I arrived just before 2pm and a middle aged gay guy opened the door for me as he saw me approach. He said he was standing in for the owners. So I g...
A letter from a domme... Dear Gwen, You asked me what my first true experience was dominating a man and I thought I would share a story that goes back to the very roots of my fascination with the subject. It's hard to believe, but yes, I spent the final year of high school in a town called Dixon, Montana. The population was a robust 180 people. It was li...
Keith was traumatised by the events in his home and for a couple of days he simply sat around in a stunned daze but he did notice how well Lisa seemed to have coped with the intense fucking she had received from the well hung intruder as she "been forced" to lie on top of her husband as she was drilled by the stud. She buzzed around the home and encouraged K...
Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. All comments, votes, favorites, and feedback (even the bad) is appreciated. This is the whole story at once (11 parts, no chapters). All characters are eighteen or over. DISCLAIMER: This story is purposely out of order, and has been re-submitted for edits and...
Rodney was quaking, in that little change booth, Miss Newbold before him, his socks and moccasins discarded. And his fingers shook as he loosened the buttons on his shirt. He was being made to strip. In front of this sales lady with the long nose, glasses, black dress. He shook as he fumbled. All his funny feelings flooded back. Those secret thoughts abo...
North-east America, or New England as some folks call it is very nice, the colonial houses, the fall colours, the friendly people, but after a month there I was craving much more. I wanted to experience the flesh, and sweat that New England had to offer. I remembered Chelsea, the young college freshman I met back in the fall, and the fun I had with her. I h...