Sara woke up wondering what smelled so bad. Then she knew...it was Billy, her high school sweetheart and husband. She had married him nine years ago, when he weighed 180 pounds. Now, he must be close to 270, all of it in the sagging gut that hung over his belt. She laughed to herself as she wondered if he could still see his shrunken little weenie when he we...
A long time ago, a young Black man named Reginald Xavier moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, from his hometown of Jacmel, on the island of Haiti. While living in la belle province, Reginald pursued higher education and along the way, he experimented with his sexuality. Reginald explored the world of BDSM, and discovered that he was a dominant male. To tha...
Now that Allison and Roger were no longer together she felt much better about everything... although it did mean that Friday nights were a little more lonely at least she wasn't totally consumed with guilt. And she heard, a week later, that he was dating another girl from across town. She smiled because she recognized the name (and reputation.) - they'd be p...
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So you have this great idea to set your next erotic masterpiece in the Restoration Court of King Charles II, complete with Nell Gwyn and a bare breasted Lady Arabella Churchill. Fine I reply, "what did Nell Gwyn do for a living?" "She sold oranges outside the theatre." I am impressed that you knew the theatre part. At this point you are doing quite well....
It was Saturday. This evening had always been the time to put aside the world and enter into His fantasies, be they whips, or wax, or ice, or whatever flights His fantasy might take. All she knew was that He had not harmed her and that she enjoyed it all. She knew the ritual of preparation well, she bathed, never taking a shower before a scene. She cleaned h...
Square deal. Emma span in horror, the final straw for those useless legs. She hit the sand, falling gracelessly to her arse and set eyes upon her antagonist. It was one of the photo-shoot's crew. A young kid, maybe of about 23. Though it was scant consolation, he did look somewhat concerned. 'Are you alright?' He asked softly in a kiwi-esque accent. 'Ye...
Trembling, she stepped off the elevator alone onto the sixth floor with a full minute to spare, and immediately headed for Suite 602. She saw absolutely no one else walking around, no sounds coming from the hallway other than the cold electric buzz of the fluorescent overheads. It occurred to her that she'd never been on the sixth floor before, had never had...
It was Wednesday. I'd vowed after Saturday that I'd not think about the park or my feelings or what had happened. What had happened was wrong and unseemly. It was repugnant and I was a deviant. Yet by Wednesday afternoon I could barely concentrate on my accounts work and my mind was twisting in self-loathing and some undefined need. I opened a bottle of win...
I had met him when I was younger, but I was again introduced to Pietro Cohen. He wasn't as pretty as me, but what a hunk. When I might otherwise have had the inclination to swoon, what I was thinking was, "Bask in the warmth of your presence as a rose resumes its growth when revived from the chill of the night by the morning sun, and be nourished by the sou...