Ray sat at his desk and stared at the clock hanging on the wall in front of him. "Two thirty! I've had it. I can't take anymore today." He said to himself. Ray was a computer programmer in a large office and he had been working too many long hours lately. He could feel the burnout eating away at his spirit and knew he needed to take some time off in the wors...
(note to readers: this is part one of the story, I'm intending a second part, so don't chastise me for letting you hang) * Melissa pulled into her driveway in her black Pontiac Firebird. She saw that Bill's truck was already gone. A Friday afternoon sigh escaped from her lips after another week working as an optical technician at the local mall. She had ho...
Billy Bob was quite pleased with the new, or nearly new, VCR that he had acquired at the local pawnshop. It was in its original box and still had the shrink-wrapped owners manual. And, it had cost him twenty-five dollars less than a brand new one. He stopped at an electronics store on the way home and bought a few things to hook it up to the television and t...
This is a continuation from "The King of Middlesex - Part 1". I'd like to think that this story can stand on its own but for full context, you may want to read that one first. Full warning, some or even most of the sexual activity depicted here is bisexual. I don't mean as in accidental same sex contact but gloriously normalized and celebratory. If that sort...
I must have been lying on the trampoline wearing Keisha's piss-soaked panties on my face for some 20 minutes, when the big black woman returned, beaming down at me and holding a large glass of foaming lager. Apart from her high heels she was naked. "Hi Peeping Tom," she smiled, "one more bottle of this lovely lager and I'll be ready to pass some of it on to...
I'm not the suspicious type, and I don't normally go through my wife's personal belongings looking for something incriminating against her. But a few weeks ago, I was looking for my keys. Couldn't find them anywhere, and I was getting frantic. I tore the house in two, practically. I don't know what made me look for my keys in the bottom of Sarah's closet, bu...
This erotic love story is not intended for minors or for those offended by sexual writing. Un-fucking-believable! That's the only thought reverberating in my head as I watch a videotape of my wife—my beautiful, intelligent, loyal, supportive, caring wife—fucking some freak of nature with a mammoth cock. "Uh, uh, uh," she grunted, "fuck me harder. Stuff...
The sea has always fascinated me. The way the waves flow over the water. The amazing colours help focus your mind and bring a sense of calmness, inner peace and clarity. I have always loved just sitting on the beach in the same place watching the sea for hours on end. It's the closest thing to paradise or heaven. I suppose that's why I enjoyed helping Chris,...
It started with a sharp little pain in my right side and in about two hours the pain was so bad that I couldn't even stand up straight. My wife Katrina called the doctor and he told her that it sounded like I was passing a kidney stone and that she should get me to the emergency room at the hospital. It was a twenty-minute trip and every bump, chuckhole, an...
No one was home. No wife, no kids, no one. There were no messages on the answering machine, no note on the refrigerator. I went upstairs to check but no one was there either. In the master bedroom, on the VCR, was a note. "Play me," it simply read. I pressed the "play" button. What I first saw caught me dead in my tracks. I sat down on the bed and watched i...