Ms Mora walked casually into the tumultuous classroom she had been assigned to. It was her first day on the job and she seemed to lack the all-to common nerves that she had been accustomed to during her last three brief yet somewhat productive positions. She walked and seemed to ooze a gumption that is rarely found confined between the stark walls of the cla...
This is the second in a long series of stories in which our heroine, Kate, looks back on some of her more memorable sexual adventures as she tries to decide whether she is a slut. ***** It had been a long day of meetings in Chicago followed by a four hour flight back to San Francisco, so it was late, perhaps 11:00 p.m., when I walked in the door of my ho...
Jon despaired he really did, he was at the end of his tether. She was really getting to him and he hated her for it. He was usually very calm, handing any little catastrophes with a quiet air of efficiency and authority. But not now, not here. Tom slammed his fist on the table. The girl in front of him jumped out of her skin. "What the fuck did you do that...
This is a parody... It is not real Aisha Tyler had given up television work and went to medical school. She got a degree in Sexual Therapy because she not only loved sex, but she loved helping others get as much pleasure from it as she does. She opened up a practice in Brentwood in West LA. She was looking through some records and daydreaming about the gang...
(This is the second part of a true story that my wife, Jan, and I experienced this past summer. We apologize because it took so long to write this but we are still pretty involved with this story. We know it ends abruptly but we are already working on the next part of it. If you would like to read the first part of this story it is called "Oh No!".) It was...
I opened the hotel door to find my wife standing there. It was not the pleasant surprise she probably thought it was. We hadn't been getting along well lately. And there had been other developments. Rebecca. Killian. "I've been knocking for ten minutes," she complained. "Why the hell didn't you answer the door?" "I was on the pot," I said. "Can't exactly...
First, all characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine, and no one else has permission to reproduce or sell it. So stop. To my readers, I hope you like this. This isn't a revenge against a cheating wife type story, nor is it a spank-fest. The plot and characters come first, and then the sex, even though there's tons of...
I walked into the massage room, letting the door close behind me. It smelled wonderful and there was soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers. Behind the small reception counter was young woman, her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had huge blue eyes and was very pretty, so much so that I hesitated going up to the counter and just s...
"You just put your lips together and....blow." ******************** She had the bedroom eyes, smoldering sexuality, and the husky, 1-900-number voice of a young Lauren Bacall. Her chest, however, was more reminiscent of Jayne Mansfield's. (Or as Dick Cavett once so famously introduced her onto his show..."Ladies and gentlemen, here they are...Jayne Mansfie...
"Well, I have like 45 minutes to kill," sang the high-pitched, sweet teen voice of my daughter's curvy Latina friend Marisa, "would you like a sloppy blowjob?" My ears weren't expecting that question, and I swear I must have blushed. Perverted middle-aged fathers don't get that question often, or at least, this one doesn't. Or hasn't before at least. Maybe...