A little before eight PM, the phone rang. I picked it up and said, “Hello.”
On the other end of the line, a breathy female voice asked, “Can I speak to Rad, please?”
Rad is my internet name and a pen name I use when I write erotica. Very few people know that name and the few who do, know my real name. “Uh, this is Randy, can I help you?”
There was a short silence and then a throaty laugh. “If you are the one that wrote the wonderful sexy stories I
I don’t know how the hell I got involved in that card game with Dave and his drinking buddies. Well no, I do know how, I just continually ask myself why!
Dave lives down the corridor in the student halls at the university I attend. Though I guess he’s not really bad looking, I’d never found him attractive. He had a kind of know-it-all attitude that just always pissed me off.
Anyway, this particular Thursday night I’d gone down to his room to see if I could borrow some
This year Jean and I celebrated our thirty-sixth wedding anniversary. I pause occasionally to glance at my wife, when she first crawls out of bed in the mornings with her white curls all tangled and snarled, or when she lays a loving hand on one of our grandchildren, and there is not one thing I would alter about her or our life together. Our hands unconsciously intertwine, even now, when we walk through a shopping mall or when we stroll along a deserted beach.
When I cup her breast or lean
Warning: This work of fiction contains scenes of women having sex together, without men. If this offends you, do not read it! People who complain to the authors here about the content of their stories are, IMNSHO, just like people who move next to the airport and then complain about the noise… Constructive criticism is always welcome, but closed-minded rants have no place here.
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Kristi Hansen was excited. It had been a crazy year for her, and
He was restless, tired and content as he watched her through her bedroom window; his place in the tree gave him the perfect view. She had gone to bed about twenty minutes ago, he stood in the tree waiting. Forcing his eyes away as she changed in her near dark room, he wasn’t a pervert or like the rest of them.
He knew when to look and when not to, tonight wasn’t the night. She had tossed and turn for most of the twenty minutes, restless but tired. He could tell as he listened she
I still can’t remember when this twisted little project first took hold. I think it might have been early last spring. I run an Internet-based business out of a home office in a pleasant old neighborhood downtown. I moved in a year ago and business is good. I have lots of free time and can pretty much plan my schedule any way I want.
I was wearing an old t-shirt and shorts after returning from a late morning run. My hands were on my hips, and I was taking deep gasps of air to cool down
Smiling down at you, so happy you trust me as I tie your left hand down at the corner of the big table where you spend so many hours creating your art. “Done,” I say, now that you are at my mercy, I lick my lips in anticipation for what I have in mind for you.
Liking how you bite your lip as I take the mixing bowl in my right hand and a large spatula in my left, your eyes watching my every movement. I gaze down your naked body, watching your breasts rise and fall with your quickened
*Hello all! I’m not very happy with the way I wrote the first chapter to this story. It was short, hasty, and I was inexperienced. I like to think I’ve improved greatly since then, and after many years I’ve decided to continue the story of Tyler. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. So without further ado, here is the second chapter!
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Tyler groaned and yawned loudly, half-asleep and grumpy that something had just disturbed him in the middle of the best
This was just a temporary gig, but they’d stuffed Karl into a dark green coverall with the Army logo plastered on the sleeve. It wasn’t really that much different than his flightsuit but the colour and texture was all wrong and it just didn’t feel right wearing some grease-monkey’s gear instead of his own. There was nothing he could do about it, though—Army was big on uniforms.
Karl figured the higher ups liked it that way because it made things seem more organised.
Her name was Allegra. She was a dancer and the most beautiful nineteen year old you could ever imagine. Sleek as a cat, her rich, strawberry blonde hair piled up in a bun revealing her long, graceful neck, she smiled the most radiant of smiles, her big green eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. And that face! Perfection! Her body, befitting a dancer’s, was slender and lithe but firm and agile, petite and feminine, more girlish than womanly.
And I’d never felt or seen