Sexual Solace I lay down on the bed, still holding the phone. I was in shock. I had just learned that Brittany Reynolds had died, apparently of a drug overdose. She had been alone in a hotel room. The last time I had seen Brittany my final words to her were, "Call me if you ever decide to see me. I really want to see you and talk with you." Her response was...
Is it wrong when I lie beside my sleeping wife, my thoughts filled with images of lust of another woman? My hand creeps down across my body and slips under the waistband of my boxers. My mind has now dressed her in a school girl costume to feed my fantasies, sending that first twitch into my cock. It lays dormant against my palm as I imagine her long dark ha...
* This is part 1. Part 2 coming soon * The phone rang loudly, disturbing the silence of his office. He sat in his cozy leather chair looking over today's newspaper. It was a nice, sunny day outside, yet he felt the morning chill creeping in through the open window. The phone rang again. He closed the newspaper and carefully laid it onto the coffee table. He...
Pierre had lost all track of time. His best guess was that months had now passed since his dinner with Catharine. He was no longer attached to the wall, this he had to be thankful for, and once he'd been released from the wall, he'd started marking what he considered to be days. But in his dark room, with no sense of morning or evening, days, weeks, months a...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * Six minutes is a short time in most matters. Though nothing at all happened to me during these six minutes between two trains at a train station those six minutes was time enough to turn my happy marriage to a real hullabaloo. At least I thought that it was a happy marriage, as my lovely wife had never told...
So for the next few weeks I was Ed's bitch. I got him off pretty much everyday. Sometimes I would suck him off in a public bathroom. Sometimes, when his roommate was away, we'd have marathon sex sessions at his place. He really worked on me during those times at his place. He was really into stretching my asshole. He'd shove butt plugs up there and then try...
This is a true story told to me by the lady described in the story. She is still married and her husband does not know any of this and probably never will. She has struggled with the events that occurred for a lot of reasons. * She knew it was wrong. She was happily married with two young children. Staying out drinking until 2am in the morning with a bunc...
I ran into my room and slammed the door home behind me. Angry, I threw my backpack across the room, and watched it hit the wall and slide down. Walking slowly over to my bed, I sat down on the edge and tried to force myself to breathe. "Just breathe," I muttered to myself. Count to ten or something. I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Was there...
After my night with Danitza things were never the same again. I couldn't stand being around my friend Javier, because I felt as if I'd committed the ultimate crime against him--which I'd done--I fucked his skinny Spanish girlfriend in the ass. I'd also cheated on my girlfriend; a woman who loved me and would do anything for. I turned down hanging out with...
I know that everybody wondered why one entire wall of my office was a mirror. I know there were people who proposed all sorts of silly reasons, chief among them the idea that I was so full of myself that I loved to sit at my desk and admire myself. But no one had ever guessed the real reason. Oh if they could only see me now. When Melody came to work for me...