Kim looked around the train carriage . it was after 9pm and she was travelling back from a conference in Manchester. The train compartment only had a few passengers. Two men. A youngster in his late teens. An older man, mid forties and a woman of similar age to Kim. She stretched her legs out and shifted in her seat. Her phone bleeped. A text message for bil...
My wonderful husband Chris and I have been involved in the "Lifestyle" for several years. The "Lifestyle" is the buzzword for "Swinging". Socials are weekend parties where "Lifestyle" couples can get together in a party atmosphere and explore common interests in sex. We had not been able to attend a lot of socials because they occurred in a city several hour...
Anna was beautiful. And I mean genuinely, classically beautiful. Long, blonde hair, with a gorgeous, softly featured face... and an incredible body. She was in my halls of residence block in first year, and then we moved in as part of a five (2 lads and 3 girls) for our second and third years. She was the sort of girl-next-door hot that made you feel really...
Sister Mara was a contrary soul. Sister Mara was always up to something. Her skin had turned deep, dark golden from the time she spent confined to Tower Rock, always for some petty violation of the laws. Some said she liked it there, enjoyed the havoc she could wreak on any unsuspecting ships that passed. Some said she just couldn't stay out of trouble. It...
(A better summary of this story) Aria is of an ancient race of bird like creatures called the Skyians. Since the beginning of time they were considered angels or gods. However with every god there is a devil. Crows are what they call themselves. Aria is the offspring of both races and is considered a monster and is tormented everyday. One day she meets a hu...
The picture was just black and white and there was no sound, but Martin's pulse quickened as he watched a dark haired woman enter the fitting room. The woman hung four or five garments on the wall rack and started to undress. She quickly undid each button of her coat before taking it off and dropping it on the bench behind her. Beneath her coat she wore a t-...
I had been watching her grow up since she was about 14. Julie's 18th Birthday was just a couple of weeks ago. I had seen her do more adult things for a while now. My view into their backyard gave me the clues I needed. Her mom had led the way. Drinking, wearing provocative clothing, smaller than normal bikinis, Jennifer had shown Julie how to attract attenti...
In light of the mass murder shootings of 32 innocent people and the suicide of the shooter at Virginia Tech by automatic handguns, I write this essay in anger, disgust, and sadness. May God rest their poor souls. Unfortunately, too often, the words sex and violence are linked together. Sex and violence have nothing to do with one another. Sex and violence s...
A story of a discovery about myself that occurred once one a camping trip. It had been a great weekend camping with two friends. We had hiked miles into a relatively secluded section of National Forest and camped beside a beautiful little trout stream. There had been plenty of fishing, sitting around the campfire telling stories, and of course all of the se...
That night, after his little "show" of domination, he spent the next couple of hours making the slowest, sweetest love to me. He kissed, caressed, loved every single inch of my body. Then, I curled up in his arms and went to sleep, sleeping the best I've ever slept in my life. The next morning, I woke in the grips of fear. I was in a strange room, naked, t...