“*Thank you MistyMorgan for help with editing*

You come from your bathroom wearing only a white towel wrapped around your body. You did not wash your hair, I can tell because it is still dry. You walk to your bed and unroll the top of the towel so it slithers down your body to pool at your feet.

You stand there naked in the near darkness, the night light giving off the only light in the room. Your creamy skin is flawless in that dim light, the curves of your body silhouetted in glorious detail. You pull back the blanket and slide into the satin sheets. (more…)

I first met her when she sent me feedback on a story I had written and had published on a popular erotic web site.

“”I got so hot and wet thinking about having you tell me to take off my panties and spread my pussy lips for you to take pictures. Your story got me so wet and horny; I had to finger my sweet, tight pussy while I imagined you closely watching.

Thanks for a great cum.

Kisses, Nikki”"

Naturally, every writer likes to hear comments like this from his or her readers, but this comment also included her email address. I dropped her a line thanking her for her comments on my story and sent it on its way. I had forgotten that I have a link to my web site; a site that features my erotic photography, at the bottom of all my emails. (more…)

Dear readers, this is a story about my experiences with Nisha, my little one.

My name is Saheb Sahebji. I am young, 6 feet tall, slim with a strong well-built physique. I am a commercial artist by profession. When my story ‘Ramu and Cassie’ appeared on the web I received several e-mails asking me to tell them the circumstances in which Nisha (Cassie’s best friend) lost her cherry.

‘Aapke annurodh per main yeh katha sunata hoon (At your request I narrate this story)’.

A few words about Nisha, yes Nisha, the little one. Nisha was very different from any girl I had met before or after her. She was…. She was… frankly words fail me. I do not know how to describe her to you. Best I can say is that she was a mixture of many qualities. Actually I would say that she was like fresh breeze or a cool refreshing cocktail. Yes definitely a heady cocktail. Believe me. The only draw back I saw in her was her insatiable curiosity. Nisha was curious as hell about everything and everyone under the sun. She was one of her kind. She was unique. (more…)

“This is a test, it is only a test. I want to test my story writing ability. That the story is true isn’t the issue, what is important is that I can make you feel as if you were there. Let me know if I succeeded.

Marsha.”

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My husband and I read this forum, so you know we’re already a little bent. Some of the stories enhance our bedtime even if they detract from our sleep.

“But we’d never do that stuff – fantasize about it, yes, but actually do it? Not a chance,” we told each other. That changed over time. We finally agreed that “Maybe, if circumstances were exactly right, something might happen.” (more…)

I led Mary into the bedroom and shut the door behind us. I sat in a straight chair, but didn’t tell Mary what to do. She pushed my knees apart and knelt there. She looked happy and ready to begin.

“I’m going to ask you some questions. Answer them honestly.”

“All right,” she said.

“Do you really want this agreement, Mary? I don’t mean what the group wants, but what you want down deep in your gut?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“Will you be faithful?”

“I’m not sure what faithful means, but I’ll do anything you want.” (more…)

Goddamn it, the airport was crowded. Thank God Heather’s flight was due to arrive any minute now. It was crazy to think I hadn’t seen her…or kissed her…or been inside her for over three months!

She had spent the summer abroad in Europe on an all-expenses-paid trip, courtesy of her rich parents.

Meanwhile, I’d been stuck here in Massachusetts, taking summer classes at the same boring college we’d attended during our Freshman Year.

But finally the summer had passed, and here I was at the airport…ready to greet Heather and take her back to campus. I prayed to God she felt as sex-starved as me and would let me devour her once we got back to my frat house. (more…)

The week had been pure hell. Work was driving me up a wall, and I was beginning to fear that I would soon lose it. I had enough stress to supply the eastern seaboard for life. Anyway, it was Friday night, and I wanted to put the week behind me. I picked up dinner on the way home, and fought my way through the evening traffic.

My wife Anna opened the door as I tried to fish my keys out. “You’re late.” She said simply.

Jesus, I didn’t need this shit. I drug myself through the door, an obvious look of displeasure on my face. “Traffic was fucked. I brought dinner with me.” I said sourly. Boy, the weekend looked just like my week. (more…)

It was late in the afternoon and there were only three people in our building at work. I know this because as one of the senior staff people, I had been assigned the task of working with the new security tracking system. Our insurance company had assigned all the employees with electronic keys that let us all in and out the doors. One of the claims managers had gotten a threat and with lawsuits today, the company had spent significant money to lock-down the building.

So I had this nifty program on my desktop that tracked people as they went in and out of the building. Only Debra, our long-time receptionist, and Jade, a relatively new file clerk were still in the building. (more…)

“I appreciate your constructive feedback and as a result have expanded the “action” to improve the flow of the story. I hope you enjoy it.

As always, I’d love to hear your constructive feedback, positive or negative.”

*****

I unpacked my clothes and supplies in the beachside condo and walked a block to the store. It was late afternoon and I was in a beer mood.

I stood in front of the cold case going back and forth, trying to decide what to get. A man and woman were standing next to me talking and laughing about the selections. With all the lite beer on display, they joked about there not being any real beer for sale. (more…)

Lauren was so tired by the time she got off the plane; she wondered how she would ever make it through the rest of the night. At home, it would be 1am, but now that she was in Las Vegas, it was only 10pm and she still had half the night ahead of her.

She quickly grabbed her purse from the overhead compartment and got off the plane. She stepped into the bathroom in the terminal so that she could freshen up before meeting her boyfriend Nathan down at the baggage carousel. They had agreed to meet up there during one of the daily phone conversations before Lauren left Toronto to visit him in Vegas for the second time since they started their on-line relationship. (more…)