"You join us here at Capital Stadium to the joyous scenes of the national women's xi victory over their male counterparts. 4-1, a real hammering to male pride as our courageous girls proved that for all their obscene wealth and lofty reputations, our men's team is nothing but a bunch of spoilt little boys!" Erin caught the crestfallen grimace of her male pr...
Recently my husband, John, and I had a disagreement about a teenage actress in a movie that we had just rented. I remarked that she'd changed a lot since she was a child and my husband asked where I had seen her before. I named the movie that I remembered her from, and John insisted that I was thinking of someone else, as usual. We missed several minutes o...
This is the fourth part in a series. It is recommended that you read the whole story in sequence. It is a long and slow moving tale. It is not the type of story filled with rampant sex, It has a has a slow erotic build. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. * Tuesday Night Party Karen and I walked through...
The sun set early behind storm clouds to the west, an increasing moderate wind put a chop on the surface of Lake Kinokee and mosquitoes finally took a break from their incessant hunting. Patrolling the camp a couple of hours after lights out, he wandered the grounds in the dark, keeping an eye out for young campers who might be tempted to break the rules by...
Here we explore the subculture of "sleepy sex," where one or more participants assume the role of a cadaver. This fetish may range from benign to murderous. Our tale, however, relies on liquor, licentiousness and latex. I take the liberty of setting the story in a funeral home. In reality, the cemetery or mortuary would be far too perilous an arena. Anonymit...
PART 1 -- A Purring Cat The two officers looked at the suspect through the one-way mirror. She was young. Early twenties, maybe less. A petite figure, cloaked in a heavy felt blanket, crouched on the cold metal chair. She was wearing a black lace mask over her eyes, underneath short flaming red hair. With her head bowed, she stared at her wiggling toes ben...
Finding Picasso Ch. 09: A talented tongue gets it done —————————- AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the concluding chapter of "Finding Picasso." If you haven't been keeping up, no problem. Just search for one of the phrases below. They will take you straight to the good stuff: On our last night Violet is waiting ——————————- Perhaps because during the Cold War,...
Part 11 Dear Ogre! Wednesday afternoon I was home first again... well not really. My old uncle waited there for me. After he used me for some 30 minutes in my mouth and ass then we talked. He wanted to know my desires and what I don't like. I told him the truth that I hate the pain but like to be humiliated. That I take the pain cause abusing me like this...
Many, perhaps most, of the stories here seem to me to be fantasies. People writing about things they would like to experience. This story is no different. It's an old man's fantasy, although there are a number of truisms included. . . . . . . . . . . I parked in the car port assigned to my apartment and started through the complex. I'm coming ba...
"I am so very sunburnt." Molly Indrabooty winces heavily at an aching rash of peeling skin. Within the confines of her bedroom she examines herself thoroughly in her dresser mirror. Completely nude at the moment learning swiftly that underwear or anything tight hurt like a bitch. She knew the possibilities when she and her family joined the Houser clan at s...