Author's note: This is a rare piece of erotica from me from the male perspective. The one I'm actually qualified to write from. It's semi-autobiographical, but the scene itself derives from a random comment born in the depths of my warped little mind, not an actual event, more's the pity. # It had been a while since I felt like dancing, but Stefan was in...
Just after I turned 18, the summer before I started college, we went on a family vacation to New York City. I was thrilled to see the Big Apple; I was less than pleased to be going there with my parents. I was overweight at the time. I don't want you to get the idea that I was fat, because I wasn't; but I definitely wasn't skinny either. At the time, I also...
Bill turned his junky-looking, mid-50's vintage car onto the street that led to the nearby Cal State University, and ran a nervous hand through his dark brown hair. He was hoping he hadn't kept Candy waiting long, his 20-year-old car had refused to start that Saturday morning until he had thumped on the starter motor a few times with a piece of iron pipe. He...
"Hello. Uncle George?" replied the small female voice on my telephone after I picked it up and answered it. I immediately recognized my caller's voice, and smiled at the thought of her, and her reason for calling. "This is Cylinda," she continued. I already knew that, but I let her tell me, because I knew what was going to come next, and what my response t...
2:30 PM She walked down the path that lead around the lake in the centre of town. Her head hung low, her eyes falling away from fellow walkers that followed the same path she did. She was coming back from the her doctor's and cutting through the park -- the echogram had showed she was going to have a son. She had heard the heartbeat; seen the fuzzy outline...
Nearly a month later, I was able to return to the area for an extended stay. However, our schedules did not line up as well this time, and we were unable to see each other as often as we had hoped. The first visit came as I checked into the hotel that evening, after spending all day at the office. We only had a few moments, and there was no time for preparat...
Per Nancy's request, the story of her second visit to an adult theater is written in the 1st Person, as if she was telling the story to you, just as she told it to me. Like the story of her first visit, this story is entirely true. Any cruel and malicious comments will be deleted, please be respectful, if you don't like the story or its content, move on. Wa...
I wanted to share this experience because it's something I find myself returning to, even years later, after many boyfriends. I cant help compare all boyfriends to my first and they often fall short of my expectations. Some of the small details have escaped me over the years but most of it is how I remember. Here's the story; My high school years were not...
This started as a blog article inspired by a dreamy 'morning wood' reverie about the ups and downs of polyamory. The first segment spun off into a fantasy about picking up a young hitchhiker, and each of the following segments were about different women. When I posted the article elsewhere, someone expressed interest in hearing the rest of the Trisha story....
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes,...