This is a work of fiction. (Fiction means fake) If you can't figure that out you should throw your computer out the window. Thanks for all the great feedback! * Shaun followed Sharon into the bathroom to let her know again that he had no idea how all the writing had gotten on her body. He then told her that he would help her clean up in the shower. He gr...
Part 1 The first time I ever used an Internet dating site, I thought it would be just for fun. I never expected it to work, let alone help me find something that would change my love life forever -- and open up my world to the greatest, most perverse sex I've ever had in my life. I'm a pretty normal guy. Average build, average size penis -- nothing really...
Always a light sleeper, I was especially on guard during that night, not wanting my wife to awake and find her sister and I spooned together, my hand inside her babydoll, resting on her breast. We all slept until after 7:00, rushing to get ready, packing and checking out, our bags left in storage until it was time to leave. Not wanting to have to deal with...
As we last left off I finally got my citizenship authorization; and talk about bureaucracy, it too all of a minute for everything to be electronically processed. The company was holding all of the belonging patrons had purchased for me as gifts, and an identification ring slash debit card. I didn't have any credit, but an active bank account recognized on al...
This story is inspired by a bicycle trip across Denmark. The locations exist but the characters are fictional. The idea of the sugar cubes comes from an urban legend that continues to circulate amongst former Copenhagen University students. I'm unsure as to whether the practice continues or whether it ever did exist. This is the first chapter of several th...
Before you read this, it isn't a stroke story as such. A story with sex in it yes, but not a quick fire wham bam. Thought it best to let you know. * The players: Stella was a bitch, pure and simple, a statement of irrefutable fact. Somehow, in her twelve years working at the small Accountancy practice, she had charmed, or perhaps bullied the senior partne...
Our story starts out with two groups of girl's (local sororities) having trouble making ends meet. We needed to have a fund raiser that would get us back into the black. Many wild ideas were tossed around; one sorority we knew hosted a topless party for one of the richer fraternities. One of my girlfriends said her boyfriend belong to it, and they had paid t...
It was the kind of bar you like when you just want an intimate evening with a bottle of really good scotch; not many people, not too much light, no waitresses in short shorts and tight T-shirts, and no fucking jukebox. I was at Barney’s to drink away the pain in my head caused by having been hit on the head with a pantyhose mannequin. I’m Jase Conford, and I...
Thanks again to Amanda for her quick editing job. This storyline has 2 more parts before I'll move onto something else for a while. If you enjoy them please vote or leave comments. I read them and appreciate them as well. Thank you. * Friday started out completely different then any other day so far this week. For the first time since coming to the house n...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story c...