Free Speech. Hmm... That's a hard one. The right of the individual to freely speak his or her mind and not be censored for it. It's a nice Idea. Americans claim to have it. But do we really? An author decides to write a novel of political intrigue, spends a year and a half (roughly) to get it ready for publication, and submits it to numerous publishing hou...
Husbands always want to know "the details" from their cheating wives. When did it happen? Who was he? What was she wearing? What was she thinking? On and on the questions swirl in the mind of the poor husband, tormenting him. Paul is a typical husband and he wanted to know and so here are the details, all of them. Let's begin by describing your wife, Moniqu...
Matt had redialed Lisa's cell and let it ring until it went to voice mail four times. His anxiety was growing by the second. He desperately wanted to apologize to Marc, to tell him that his anger had just gotten the best of him, and that he did not mean the insulting things he had said. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been in responding to Marc. Sure,...
Miss Bridgeway led Carl out of the parlor and down the hall to the kitchen using his penis as a joy stick of sorts. "Did you enjoy your first session with Mrs. Swanson?" Carl had just been masturbated by one of the founding Sisters of The Sisterhood a group of progressive women who advocated CFNM as a way of controlling the sexual urges of men, young men in...
Growing up, I had a mad crush on Emmanuella "Manou" Jean-Pierre, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and tomboyish daughter of one of my father's friends. We used to play together, but Manou was a lot closer to my older sister Annabelle since they were the same age. I was a year younger than them, and in the world of females, that's a monumental difference. Chic...
It was late in the 1990's when the internet opened the door for porn on demand. I never spent a lot of time on the porn channels, but when I did, I loved watching two women together. On occasion, I would imagine being with them, watching and joining in. Typical of most males, if being in bed with one female is fantastic, what heights can be reached with two...
He saw her across the room mingling with others and being true to her nature. Dressed in a pink skirt that went down to just above her knees and a white top that covered her nicely. Between the two, you could tell she was very lovely and had an extremely arousing figure but what really drew him to her, was her eyes and her energy. Eyes full of passion promis...
After dinner they took their drinks into the den, where she sat quietly, sipping her wine and listening to the men talk. "I dislike the term slave." Her lover was a tall man with stylishly cut gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses. He stood near the fireplace, cradling a brandy snifter in his right hand. "The word is obviously inaccurate in this context. Elizab...
I know what she wants. She knows that I know. She also knows that she'll get what she wants... eventually. She wants the chance to give herself up, the chance to give control away for once. Owning her is a big responsibility though, even if we both know it's only for slivers of time. So before I make her put her hands on the wall and spread her legs, before...
She sucked in her breath as the cold January air hit her in the face. Closing the club door behind her she reached in her purse for a cigarette and glanced up to see the little designated smoking area already occupied. He blew smoke and chuckled. "The birthday girl." "How do you know?" She lit up and regarded him in the cold overhead light. "You were the...