The following material is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. This work may not be distributed for profit, in any form, without the written permission of the author or his agent * * * * * * I don't know how to begin. Who would believe me? I mean, I certainly wouldn't have believed this story a few months ago. No one who know...
I had so much fun at the bachelor party! Mark helped me get ready, helped me pick out my clothes, and made sure everything was perfect. Let me back up. My name is Debbie. I'm a nurse. Mark is my loving husband. He shares me well. And he always helps me get ready for my dates. He picks my clothes, helps me with my hair and make up. He paints my toenails and f...
Susan glanced at the clock on the wall and tried to go back to the marking in front of her on the desk. He would be here in another five minutes, her whole body tensed, she sat even more upright in her chair. She was a professional, a teacher, why was this boy doing this to her, the harder she tried suppress her feelings the more prim she became. She would p...
Candice was ecstatic with relief to see Camilla walk back into their apartment around 2 AM on Sunday morning; she also gave Mr. Fulson profuse thanks for getting Camila home safely, even asking how she could repay him. He only wanted the assurance that they wouldn't tell anyone of his sexual adventures with Camilla on Saturday; he got that assurance, and lef...
Monday morning as I left for work, I watched my wife Angie primping herself as if she was getting ready for a date. Angie watched me in the mirror as she smoothed lotion over her freshly shaved legs; pausing to fluff the tuft of pale pubic hair left adorning her otherwise shaved pussy. She knew that I loved the pride she took in her appearance, even on a rou...
Lydia sighed as she made her way through town. "Hey, Lydia." "Oh, hey Bryan." "How are you doing?" "Better." She sighed. "I just wanted to sing. Care to join me?" "Of course." He took her hand and smiled. "Anything to see you smile." "Thanks." She gave him a faint smile. They reached the amphitheater. "Oh! Bradly." Bryan dropped Lydia's hand. "I did...
*** Author's Note *** This story, as well as all characters in it, are real. However, all names including my own have been changed for privacy. Also, ALL characters within this story are now above 18 years old and have been for a few years. This particular piece is about my first time, back in high school. ***** "Heather told me she wants talk to you, Sc...
I hadn't seen or heard from Deserae since college and I didn't even realize that she still knew I was alive, let alone where to find me. The phone call inviting me to lunch came out of the blue and I was still wondering what she could possibly want to talk about after all these years. It was six years since I had graduated and we had broken up six months p...
A little something on the kinkier side Joan kept looking at her watch, a bus passed by spewing thick black smoke. It hung in the air long after it passed. It's acrid smell assaulting her delicate nasal passages. She hoped and feared that he was on that bus, but it sped by, continuing its mad journey along the broken and pothole filled roads. It was the wron...
"Larry, I need you help," said Sandy, an attractive woman who sits on the same community committee I do. "I think my husband is playing around with a student in one of his classes. I wouldn't care if he paid some of the bills and was open about his sexual needs. He certainly doesn't take care of mine." "Whoa, Sandy. How do you know this?" "I pay the bills...