Laura was miffed at me. I was taking too much satisfaction at being hung up on my Ollie Pettersen, twice in one day. I stopped talking about Ollie’s urgent telephone call and she dropped it too. “What’s in the package?” She asked as she slid next to me on the car seat. She had seen the package that had arrived from my family. It was a box of birthday prese...
I was having loving thoughts of Matt all night. I hate having to think so much about him, but it feels so good. I’m still flabbergasted by the park incident though, I mean, his change was so abrupt. And I don’t think I like that much familiarity. I have no idea what to make of it, I don’t even know if I should make something of it. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell...
Is there anything more erotic, more satisfying, more – mere words fail me – than going down on a woman, eating hair pie, giving her head, having a box lunch, performing oral sex, eating her out, etc.? I think not. What is more the essence of sex than a woman’s vagina? The source of her pleasure, home of the clitoris, center of her sexual universe? Nothi...
Derek and Annie were watching “The Walking Dead”/On Demand when Cassie got home a little after 8:00. Annie hit the pause button and said, “So, how was the concert?” “Amazing, just amazing! We had the best time!” “My friend Thomas was there,” Derek interjected, “he texted me and said he saw you guys dancing. He said YOU were awesome!” Cassie glanced at her...
Kim has a fantasy, and it all pertains to pink items, but not just any pink items. She and Darnell awaken as they lay there in each other’s arms he kisses her softly as she returns the kiss to him. “What do you want to do today baby girl?” he asks softly. “Oh I think I want to go shopping we need some new sheets for this bed.” Kim replies. “Ok well why do...
It started when my father lost his job. We lost everything and had to move. We moved into an old house at the edge of town. It had been abandoned for many, many years and nobody really knew why. It looked as if it would crash to the ground at any moment. I didn’t like it. It gave me the creeps. My friends came over one evening to help me unpack and that was...
Author’s note: At the end of this chapter there is query. Anyone who wishes to comment on it, please do. Chapter 4 My Full Initiation into the “Sluthood” My Sluthood commencement exercises ensue… “I need some hard cock!” Chantel—who had been lying on the bed beside me masturbating while watching me get my double jollies—yelled. “At least two… and I need...
I thought the first part of this story was way too weird for anyone to like it, but in response to that cool but unexpected thing called Popular Demand, here’s some more… I went into the lab on Monday, having recovered from my unexpected and overwhelming encounter with the tree. My colleagues, all research students like me, were excitedly poring over a flo...
Myth: ALL men, and any truly sexual woman loves intercourse more than anything, is always ready to go, and wants to get right down to it as soon, and often, as possible. This belief infests the fantasy life of erotic culture--read any issue of Penthouse Letters or the vast majority of erotic fiction and you’ll see evidence of this, often in the form of “...s...
Author’s Note: This is a retelling (from the woman’s point of view) of my husband’s (Lime) story, “The Benefits of Reading,” so if it seems familiar, please bear with me. Yes, I admit it. I’m a slut, but not a drop to my knees for any hard cock slut. No, I’m his slut, my husband’s slut, George’s slut. But it’s our secret. Walking down the street, everyone...