Part 1 It was almost 7:30 in the evening as I made my way east on West 53rd toward my hotel when the skies opened up and the rain came pouring down. I didn't have an umbrella, of course, because - even though my hotel had complimentary ones - men don't use umbrellas...so they can get wet...because that makes us cool. But, instead of being cool, I decided to...
With my back turned, I stood washing dishes, listening, as Jody's silence finally broke and she started her tale. "My dad...He came home drunk one night, screaming. Mom was gone and I came out, from my bedroom to see what was wrong. He had his dick out, yelling about how he was never satisfied!" She started off, as I turned my head around in amazement. "Jo...
As a freelance writer, I sometimes do scripts for television presentations, including segments of variety shows. I happen to be lucky enough that, because of some work I did involving her, I am the favorite script writer of the incredibly gorgeous Jessica Simpson. She is by far my favorite subject to write for because, not only do I make good money from the...
I stood in front of the mirror, looking over my shoulder, vainly admiring the deep, branded mark on my right buttock. The club's insignia, of a riding crop and the outline of a woman's body. When I touched it, ever so gently, it was still tender, as was the memory of the awful, searing pain off the red-hot iron burning into my delicate flesh. But the memory...
(Note. This is a story of my lady lawyer friend which episodes from time to time, were relayed to me by her, and where I have already submitted my first story sometime last June 2002, I thought perhaps submitting this rather extremely sexy story of this malanding friend of mine will somehow be added to the list of those Pinoys who have good true stories to t...
John loved to masturbate. He was in the shower at his home in San Diego. It was a million-dollar home left to him by his dying father. It was a huge house with luxury materials. The house had made numerous articles and was even shown in "Southern Living." The house was built high on a hill, overlooking Mission Bay. And the shower, it was one of his favorite...
I always had a thing for a man in uniform, a military uniform to be precise. Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandfather and followed in his footsteps with my love of air craft. My grandfather's name was Gerry but ever since I could remember, I called him Sarge. He instilled in me a respect for all things military and taught me about the honour d...
Paul hated Sharon. She was the bane of his existence in this office, the person who caused him more trouble than the rest of the company combined. She always thought she was right and was never shy about letting him know. Whenever she had a problem with his team, she came straight to him and complained. Then she would pull at him constantly like a mad dog, u...
To my readers: This is a fictional story. If any the characters have similarity to your lifestyle I do apologize. It is based of coincidental happenings with your life and my story. I am glad that you may think this is you, but it is just a story. Please read Cat and Mouse part 1 in Erotic Couplings, feedback is appreciated. As I walked into the Las Vegas...
* * * * * This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. * * * * * "You've been very kind," Sunita murmured. "Auntie, please don't say that. You're my best friend's mother. It's my duty...