** I know it's been a while, but I do this for me and at my own pace. I hope you enjoy this one** Friday morning Jim woke up on the couch, glancing down at his phone. It was a good half hour before his alarm to get ready for work would go off. He turned the TV on and saw his wife eating out Susan. She looked up at the magical camera and blew him a kiss with...
Jan Roth thought that her marriage was happy. She had still no clue, after 23 years of marriage to Reuben Roth, that he was not pleased or satisfied with her performance. She was just too vanilla for his taste, plain and simple. She only wanted missionary sex- albeit a lot of it. There were other factors as well. Jan was Episcopalian, and a devout one at th...
It all starts as I get home from work. I notice an envelope with my name on it stuck in the screen door. Hmm. Carefully opening it, the single scrap of paper says, 'Put me on and stand in the living room.' I look down and there is an eyemask that has fallen in between the doors. I pick it up and go into the house. Once inside, I look around my living room....
Everyone knows the French Quarter is the best place to party in New Orleans. Every night, that entire neighborhood turns into one massive rave, fueled by happy people, live music, and a 'let's get fucked up' attitude. According to most, the hottest spot in the French Quarter is Bourbon Street. Bourbon Street is a crazy place, but it's not the hottest spot....
What makes good erotica tick? Well, we might reply, what makes you tick? Erotica, surely more than any other art form or genre, depends upon meeting the audience's peculiar interests, quirks, obsessions-- kinks, let's go ahead and call them. Even the most liberal-minded lesbian, for example, can hardly be expected to sit around reading straight erotica all d...
For my angel, my saviour, my lover, my Marian. "Come over here and sit down." you say to me. Pointing towards the chair in the kitchen, turned facing away instead of the normal position tucked into the table. I do as you say and walk to the kitchen and start to sit down. "Stop," you say, "take of your trousers and shirt," you tell me "don't forget your bo...
DISCLAIMER:// My boyfriend and I started writing these stories for each other a while ago. He challenged me in the beginning to write the most kinky story I could think of. You'll see what came of it. He's also posting his stories on his account. I'll update this with what it is soon enough. No, none of these events have actually happened. They are pure fan...
He putters with no particular deadline, but Sir is not your average, garden variety putterer. He is a journeyman carpenter and craftsman. He has, thus far in his short stay not only repaired, refastened, hauled out, lubricated, and painted this-and-that, he has reorganized the garage, rebuilt a rocking chair, restored an antique bookcase, and custom designed...
My Dear Diary, the one I can disclose all my feelings to, the one place I can pour my heart out without fear of judgment. I must confess something to you. I am at a loss of how to comfort my subbie-sister. I know if I have ever experienced what she is going through, I would be inconsolable. Tiffany and her Master have always said they want children. When H...
Kevlyn Adalira Drummond came home after a very busy day in the city one day. In the morning, she works as an office assistant; she takes classes at a culinary school at the afternoon, and goes home in the early evening. After a busy day of work and school, she went to the grocery store and brought plenty of items to make for dinner and dessert. As she walke...