"Confidence Is An Aphrodisiac." For the first 32 years of my life, I had pretty much disbelieved that statement. I know, women are supposed to be drawn to men with a high degree of self confidence. However, in my case, I have found that, with some guys, self confidence has sometimes mutated into arrogance; a trait that totally turns me off. I hadn't reall...
After a restless night, I finally dragged my tired and sore body out of bed. My asshole was on fire and I could feel the pain with every step I took. I thought about skipping the insurance sessions to catch-up on my sleep, but after tonight I did have to return to my real life, my job, and my asshole boss. I downed several cups of coffee and got dressed in...
Never Too Old for Love and Sex An elderly couple finds true love and hot sex at the nursing home Dear Sam, In this day of e-mail, Facebook, and Twitter, I know that I should be sending you an e-mail, writing something on your Facebook wall, or posting you a Twit but, just like in the old days, a handwritten, perfume scented letter is so much more personal...
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It was New Year's Day. I had slept in. No heavy partying the night before, I had seen enough New Year's Eves to figure they were pretty much the same. So I was rested, with morning wood; ready for the kind of party I really want. Getting up and getting online, I scanned the escort ads on a big Internet site. It's usually bottom feeding. Most of the postings...
Again the Ravings of a Lunatic. I recently posted a short story call Sally & Harry on this site. i wanted a open or closed discussion of women faking orgasms. i did the short story wrong and i posted it in Non-erotic. That got me very few readers. Si I an BACK with a story very limited in scope. It is about FAKING. So without further fanfare * My husband...
I remember when I was the perfect wife. Okay, maybe 'perfect' is too strong a word, but all things considered, I was about as close as you get. Now, I'm not going to bore you with the tedious details. I hate it when people do that. But unless you know where you've been, you can't possibly know where you are going, right? So let's just say this. I'm mar...
Saturday She knocked on the door of his suite at ten of eight, and he let her in. "I'm a little early," she said. "Traffic was so light! I can't remember the last time I was out and about this early on a Saturday morning." She had a small overnight bag in one hand and a hanging garment bag with a dress in it slung over her shoulder. He took them and hung t...
I looked forward all week to Fridays. Sometimes, Mistress would use me on other days, calling me to her place to serve her, or just having me do things to amuse her on the phone. On Fridays, though, I was almost certain to spend the evening, and sometimes the night, at her place. All day, every Friday, I found myself getting erections at odd moments, when th...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Earth Day means different things to different people, but few hold the meaning that Earth Day means to Henry. Henry worked as a gravedigger for the town. He spent his day digging out holes and filling them. After a funeral, once the family left the gravesite, he'd fill in the hole he dug and bury the dearl...