Senior year in college is supposed to be the best time of your life. But there was no way you could convince Wanda Catron of that fact. She was starting her senior year at Boise State University in a fog. Her life had started coming apart at the start of the summer, and had fallen completely apart in the past two weeks. Her college roommate, Astrid Martin,...
"Sir?" she asked softly, her eyes on the floor. He flicked his eyes away from the morning paper, and down the weekend slave kneeling before him. As was the custom for the weekend "play time" they shared, the buxom young brunette was nude. All she wore were the scrunchies in her hair (to give her the pigtails he liked so much), the makeup on her face (still...
The azure haze of early summer sunset crept upon us stealthily, tip-toeing its way into our midst as we talked and drank and laughed the afternoon away. It wasn't until dusk was almost upon us that we realized that the light had shifted hue from the gold of afternoon to the blue of evening. The barbecue grill was still hot and the air of char grilled beef a...
***Author's Note: For all of you coming back for more—this story is specifically designed to go off the deep end. If you want from me a realistic, grounded depiction of people who you might recognize, wait about a week until the first chapter of my next series is ready. This story is supposed to be over the top (OK, maybe way over the top). To be honest, it'...
They say the eye is the window to the soul. Well I can tell you that when I put my camera in front of my eye, those souls are laid well and truly bare. Flasher Watkins they call me, snapper extraordinary to all the best top shelf magazines and most of the worst. If a magazine editor wants some hot young lovely draped across his centre spread, it's me he cal...
This is a fictional account: David Ashton yawned lazily and stretched his neck. It had been a long day, he'd been driving for just over 15 hours. The sun had almost finished setting as he and his sleeping passenger arrived at their destination. He parked his friend Rachel's car and nudged her as he opened the car door and stretched. David was a good look...
Darryl was in such a hurry that morning that he nearly put on his wicking shirt backwards. He brushed his teeth vigorously, but didn't stop to comb and coif. He was just going to get dirty again, he thought grimly. Darryl normally didn't plan on sweating this early in the morning, but ever since his Subaru had broken down last week, he'd had to rely on his b...
Note: This story takes place in the same universe as my story Empathic Sex. My brain was marinating in a sea of pleasure. Pleasure that no human should ever be allowed to feel. Pleasure stronger then any human being should ever be able to feel. And bubbling just beneath the surface of this ocean of sensations is a frustration borne from the fact that I can'...
Living in L.A. has been very good to me. It has allowed me the opportunity to sample many flavors. Let's face it, I like dick...a lot. Being a whore to the entertainment industry is a farce, but it has its benefits. I sat down to work that morning going through my regular routine of checking my email, scanning the trades, etc. when my computer alerted me t...
Subject: America 2009 - A frightening look at the future for women in America. Word of warning, this is not what I would consider an erotic story but it is a story that should only be read by adults. In fact writing it caused me pain. Even I find it difficult to read. Something inside me made it come out. Call it fear, I hope, or call it a premonition of wh...