My wife Melissa eyed me from the love seat. She wanted the night to get on, she was anxious. I think we were all anxious. Tim sat with his wife Kate on the floor of the cabin. They were whispering something to each other, laughing quietly. I'd known them since middle school, and they were pretty much as close to me and Melissa as another couple could be. "R...
For anyone who doesn't know by now, this story contains both m/m and m/f relationships and sex scenes. Sometimes I swear these stories write themselves somehow and stuff comes to mind that even I wasn't expecting. Most of this chapter was like that! I've written the one after this too, and still haven't finished the story. To speed things up with the posti...
Author's Note: This submission is part two of a story that I had way too much fun writing. Like a lot of stories there is a balance of fact and fiction. Just how much is fact and how much is fiction you will only be able to guess but let's just say I consider this an ad-hoc persuasive letter to my wife. I have been writing stories for her for a while and s...
Chapter 4 The sun shone high and flooded the day with comfortable warmth. I drove the route to my apartment, caught up in a replay of the last hour. Truth was, I didn't want to go home where I'd surely spend the evening wishing I was with him. Internally, my entire essence was twisted in knots. It was like I had eaten too many cookies, ended up with a stoma...
Prologue: The Last Dance I peek out, the crowd awaits. I hear them holler and laugh and chatter at one another in their drunken revelry. My thighs are wet in anticipation, for I know this is my last performance. The crackling speaker announces me, heralds me. Barely audible over the static. With this I walk on, the sound of whooping applause and lewd gaze...
Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
Hello everyone! I know you've all been waiting for the next installment of A Game of Basketball which I will rename to Rivals, so here it is. Like always, all participants in sexual activities are above the age of 18. I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave any feedback or questions in the comment section below and also you can always message me through my prof...
"Did the President of The United States just call you?" asked Naomi in disbelief. "That was the most frightening, amazing minute of my life! Dad said you could shoot, but I can't believe what I just saw! I have to call Dad!" The stage was filling up with concerned, and very relieved friends and relatives of the graduates. Naomi had used her long legs to vau...
For me, the summertime was our season for pillow talk. Ripe with erotica, maybe it was the warmer weather that necessitated wearing fewer clothes and my wife, Gloria, walking around in a bikini and attracting the leering looks of men that inspired my dirty thoughts about her. For whatever the reason, during our pillow talking sessions, I told Gloria all that...
Part 5: Chuck the black intern plays with Sharon. This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. Oct 10/25/08 7:24 PM Sharon, Your pool game account was very interesting. I'll have some quest...