Cindy said good-night to her parents and ran down the walkway to my car. We were going out for a hamburger then up to East Rock to make out. "Change in plans," she announced. "I just agreed to go to Mass with my folks tomorrow. You have to drive me to the church right now and wait while I go to Confession. After that you can't lay a finger on me -- kiss me...
[Author's Note: This story is written using the narrative technique termed 'stream of consciousness.' The stream of consciousness technique is one of the defining features of twentieth century literature, though it seems rarely used in online erotica. In this approach, the narrator describes not just the character's actions and speech, but broadcasts the var...
(click) Send. It is done. I have transferred all my money to the offshore accounts, exactly $8,345,987, not a fortune but in the islands and properly managed I'll be Donald 'fucking' Trump. I have my bags packed, my airline ticket and my new identity papers. I am about to disappear with my companies profits and no one will notice the missing money until I h...
(Author's Note: In the story this is placed between Chapters 5 and 6. I forgot to upload it here between them.) *** It was late last year when they'd met. Sydney at the time was in a group called W.A.R. (Women Against Racism), a collective of feminist anti-racist activists from varying shades of political positions. She and several other women had assemble...
My silky panties were being rubbed by his probing fingers. He rubbed my ass, wedging them between my buttcheeks, while kissing me desirously. His erect cock pushed through the fabric of his trousers and into the bone of my hip. I pushed back against his fingers and began rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling the long hard extents as it seemed to burn t...
Chapter 4: Bedtime Michelle and Gary had been married for 20 years. Tonight they were celebrating in style. Gary had arranged an elegant dinner at the best restaurant in town. Michelle had surprised him with a blowjob on the ride home. Gary had returned the surprise with escapade on the sofa and in their huge bathtub. Now, fed, cleaned, and dried, they walk...
The hotel suite was perfect, a huge living room with 2 bathrooms, one with Jacuzzi, two bedrooms, both with oversized beds...rather like the Trump but on a bigger scale and fabulous views of the park through huge picture windows. Our new "friend" was due to arrive at 8 p.m...we’d talked and fantasized about this for a long time now, it was almost hard to b...
"I love you," I whisper, my hand on your cheek. "You are my everything." "Mi Amour," you trail off. I know that you are searching for words, but I can't hear them. Whatever they are, I need you. So I kiss you. My mouth slants over yours just as perfectly as it has for weeks, neatly, every day in the elevator. Your hands on my waist feel like fire. Just sit...
I had always desired her, wanted her, she had been the woman of my dreams, my fantasy goddess; I had finally screwed up the courage to ask her out on a date, and the memory of her cold, cutting rejection had stayed with me for the two years. The look on her face, the humiliating sneer of contempt on her glossy red lips as she spun on one six inch heel and st...
Do you remember Love Story with Ryan O'Neil and Ali MacGraw? Well, this is a love story of sorts, this is Dog Story. No, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, and Old Yella are not the dogs in the story, but it is a dog story, just the same. Think of this dog story as you would remember Dino on the Flintstones or Astro on the Jetsons. (Boy, I'm showing my age.) Where has al...