June Claymore stood in front of the stove, trying to force herself to concentrate. Just a few more minutes and then, finally, she would have her day all to herself, at least until 4:00 or so, when Dan came home from school. Right now, though, she was in the worst time crunch of the morning,
My mother Anne was a rather average-looking woman. Her hair was brown, short and curly, and she had a pear-shaped body with wide hips. Her breasts were hanging low and they had huge dark areolas.
Right now mom’s wide cellulite-ridden ass was up. It had a couple of dark moles on it, and I
The summer before I was to start my second year as a Master’s student at a prestigious coastal California university, I decided to participate in a 3-month fellowship through the University of British Columbia. The fellowship was a paid position where I would be trained in fish pathology,
“Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you” ~ from the song “Beauty and the Beast” by Nightwish
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“Are you sure you want to spend your last summer before college out in the middle of nowhere?”
Jamie sighed into the phone.
“Yes, mom. I’m
Before I continue with my story I will introduce you to myself. My name is Alan and I am forty three years old. I have been married to Pam for twenty years now and we are both happy with each other. We have never had any children. This year Pam turned forty and still looks great. She has dark brown
This glossy, monthly magazine’s ratings must be falling, I thought to myself. The editor had asked me to be interviewed for an article they were considering, entitled, ‘Doms and subs, the Whys and Wherefores!” I had nothing planned for that day and it could turn out to be an amusing interlude, to
Deep desires remain hidden in the heart, sometimes for years. Brian had such a desire and had hidden it from his wife, Teresa. Brian’s deep desire was for anal sex. Not in the usual way, though. Brian’s desire was for Teresa to make love to his ass.
Years before Brian met and married
The following story was written by inspiration from a fantasy dialog between a very good friend and myself. She likes to be called Countess Devane and helps to keep me young. I worked very hard to keep the dialog as it was originally, and spontaneously, projected, while filling in enough detail to
I named him Frank, as in Frankfurter, because he was a schnauzer, and as kids, we called them frankfurter dogs.
It had been 2 weeks since I found him huddled out by the trash cans, shaking in the cold night air. I brought him into the garage, which was a lot warmer than the 15 degrees it was
“They might as well call it Phi Sigma Sex! the way they’re all supposed to carry on over there,” Donna said to me as we walked past the imposing sorority house, its white wooden columns gleaming in the sun. Those words electrified me. If what Donna said was true, this was