This is the story of a woman I loved... loved a lot. Too much, really. Years ago. Am I still obsessed with her? That's what I'm about to tell you. If I had possessed any decent storytelling skills back in 2001 when that was the present day, I would have written it all down back then. But no matter, in a way it's timeless. Many thanks to my volunteer editor...
[Once, in the distant past, in fact more than fifty years ago, there was a young boy attending Kindergarten each morning. At five years old, and in the strange ways of childhood, he had not yet reached the age where little boys and little girls considered members of the opposite sex to be more of a nuisance than anything else; something to be tolerated, but...
What follows is our joint submission for the "Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover" challenge. Some of you who are older (ancient) may recognize that this submission was inspired by the classic Hollywood film "It Happened One Night." Which means that we changed the characters, swapped the sexes, seriously altered the plot, and wrote a whole new story, but we thoug...
****** Author's Note ****** This is my first published story, and I'm still a novice at writing. Also, English is not my native language. I hope I didn't do too bad of a job with this story, but I'll leave the judgment to you. I also hate to disappoint possible readers in advance, but I'm afraid I will have to mention this: this is not just a 'fuck and suc...
Truth Cries from the Semen, a Metaphysical Journey ====================== Author's notes. Almost a narrative, the story recounts in first person a melancholic intellectual young woman's self-discovery journey from naïve "real world" pornography exposure to her ominous choice to throw herself, all at once, into an entire night of visceral fetishistic group...
Mike & Karen Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improv...
Part One Trust me when I tell you I don't normally check the wedding announcements. I hate weddings. Ever since I was a page boy at my aunt's wedding, when my mother made me wear a pale blue tuxedo. I was six, for God's sake. She said I looked so cute. Aunts and Uncles oohed and aahed at me as I walked down the aisle with the rings on a little satin pillow...
This is a sequel to a story in the Group Sex category, The Girl Who Gets What She Wants. It's likely not necessary to read that story first, but if you like character development and background, I would recommend starting there. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Over the front door hung a curious sign that looked like it belonged over an Old West saloon; it stuc...
CHAPTER 1 Odors of decay, cooking smells and rotting refuse added to the usual neighborhood atmosphere of noisy vehicles, street kids yelling at play and women screaming while being wacked in outbreaks of domestic violence as broad-shouldered Xavier Hall (27) slammed the cab door shut and he grunted, "Airport." "Lovely night for flying," yawned the cabbie,...
This story deals with themes of female domination including reluctant sexual participation. If you think you may be offended please try another story. Chapter 1 There were two uniformed guards on the gate and I could tell from the smirks on their faces that they knew. The man was huge, not someone to be argued with, and he dwarfed his female companion. Sh...