Disclaimer This story is fiction, well 75% fiction, with a splash of reality here and there. It contains depictions of sexual acts between men and men, men and women, women and women, and men and MtF transgendered. There is also a small amount of BDSM (mostly humiliation, Domination, and submission). If any of this bothers you please feel free to NOT READ I...
My story took place while I was at a business trip, giving seminars for my company last summer. I had been on the road for nearly three weeks and the closest thing to sex I had was a date with my fingers during a hot telephone call with my husband back home. I had never been away from Marc this long before, and I looked forward to our nightly phone calls...
Finally!! I can't believe what a week it has been. The drive across town in the evening rush was tougher tonight than it had been in a while and it seemed to just add to my already bad mood. You would think that eventually they would have built and rebuilt the roads in this town enough times to actually not have construction going on for a at least a few day...
It was a mild September evening; the sun hung low in the Western sky and shone gold through Lucy Lewis' kitchen windows. She sat at the table with two friends of her: Henrietta Delafonte was a woman in her mid 50s, plump and dark; Tammy Laroux was a young woman in her late 20s, skinny and pale, wearing thick frame black glasses, bucktoothed, with short, dark...
The morning sun streams in through the windows of the bedroom. Andrew opens his eyes slowly. "What a night," he thinks to himself. He turns his head slowly to see the sensuous figure sleeping next to him in blissful slumber. Her reddish-blonde hair is wrapped around her peaceful face. The sheet is pulled down just enough that he can glimpse her perky breast...
Chloe Andrews thought it was just one of those ordinary days as she got ready for school that Monday morning. An only child, her mother passed away when she was only six years of age, she lives with her dad, a soft spoken man with gentle eyes. She adores her father so much, and had always been close to him. Her father never remarried nor was he seeing any...
It was a dark, dark, day. The days usually were during the winter. I was in Alaska, so you know it was laden with snow. I had just gotten out of class, and one the chores I had to perform was shoveling snow. So there I was, out on the back porch, shoveling away. You can't really tell what time it is judging the daylight, since there wasn't any in the first p...
I can still smell her scent...sweet and unfamiliar. It clings to my clothes, my lips, the sheets upon my bed...it hangs in the air like cherry blossoms in spring... and I will never forget it. She arrived at 5pm sharp, emerging from her little car and cautiously approaching as I stood staring like a simpleton in front of a math problem. I could scarcely bel...
After the party, Leslie felt odd. For starters, she had an absolutely killer headache. And a tingling all over her body. And she couldn't find her glasses. She rolled over and slapped the snooze button. Goddamned alarm. Did it have to be so loud? Leslie stumbled to her feet and hobbled over to her nightstand, feeling around for her glasses. Nothing. She m...
She was nervous. The blue dress she was wearing did nothing to calm her nerves. It was thin but not so thin as to see through it, not to mention at the back it came down to just below her knees, in the front it came down to just below her crotch. Her legs were covered in black tight stretch ¾ leggings that finished just up under the dress, covering her crot...