Let's imagine a world where all the world's religious leaders decree tomorrow that eating is bad, sinful, and wrong, and moreover, that if you absolutely MUST eat, it can't be enjoyable, it has to be bland, without taste, and you have to eat in secret and in shame, and if you enjoy eating that you are a bad person. Almost immediately, your normal, healthy mi...
You're a very fresh law school graduate, and after passing the Bar exam, you've recently been hired as a very junior associate by my law firm. One day, after you return from your lunch hour, I call you into my office. "Yes?" you ask. "What can I help you with?" "I see you're testing the firm's dress code today." "Oh!" you exclaim, starting to blush. You r...
I was nervous and excited to be at my first hypnosis show with my girlfriend. The ad I had seen on the show talked about how raunchy it could be and after enough convincing, my lady agreed to go with me. I actually didn't plan on either of us getting up on stage but thought it would be a fun, semi-erotic memory for my spank bank later. The hypnosis show was...
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...
* 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...
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...
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...
I think most people would say that I'm wrong. Wrong to choose the lifestyle that I've chosen. Wrong to be so demanding of my husband. Wrong to not 'act like a lady' and 'accept my role as a woman' – that is, a role subordinate to my man. His chattel – his 'blow-up doll' in the flesh – available for his pleasure, at his whims, at his convenience. Fuck that!...
"Why won't you just admit that I'm right and you are wrong?" What could I say to that? When she turns into a brat, there's just no sense in arguing, because no amount of logic can possibly penetrate the pride. Of course, I'm exactly the same way. I simply glared at her and stood tall. That's when I caught the hint of a wicked grin at the corner of her lips....
Yes, I know its knott spellt that weigh, but sum people seem sew con-fused about simple gramma that I decided to post this humble guide and save them – and myself – some time in future. The Comma Comma usage is in some respects a question of personal writing style: some writers use commas liberally, while others prefer to use them sparingly. For instance...