My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment together, having gone out for six months or so, before making the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place. With the exception of a television, we really had everythi... read more
My girlfriend Gloria and I had just moved into an apartment together, having gone out for six months or so, before making the committment. We moved in furniture from each of our apartments, after deciding what would go best in the new place. With the exception of a television, we really had eve... read more
Her Side We were all laying around the den floor in a state of partial dress, our undies scattered about. Each of us had pretty well messed up her makeup with our love making, including Victoria. She lay back against the sofa with her dress barely covering her spent penis, a satisfied look on her... read more
Cortney could not keep herself from thinking about the upcoming date with CiCi as she sat in the luxuriant bath water and shaved her legs. She planned to fuck the glam slut whore long and hard. But first, the metamorphosis to turn her into the dome bitch - Cortney. She rose from the bath, patted... read more
What a warm day. Really hot, perhaps even the camels fainted in the zoo because of the heat. The thermometer reached 35°C that day. At these temperatures people usually aren’t up to do anything. So did I, because I sat together with Claude in his front yard. We were both sitting on our bea... read more
I had very few memories of my early childhood. The ones I did have were anything but pleasant. I did remember my mother and her blind hatred of my father and myself. She was very tall blonde woman with cold blue eyes named Monica. My mother always dressed in the most expensive leathers and satins in... read more
I had some time to think about this as she dragged me out the front door and threw me into the backseat of her car, shut the door and left me there as she went back into the house. I sat there in the car thinking about what would happen to me, if Mistress had really meant what she had said about tur... read more
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being around people. Actually, I hate being alone: it brings out the weird self-critic inside me. But god, do I hate crowds. Fall registration brought mobs to the campus. The half-empty dormitory that I had shared with a few Asian engineering students was... read more
Does Life Imitate Art? I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer cov... read more
By any measuring stick Greg Martin was a wimp, and a very submissive wimp at that. His wife of 14 years, Jaclyn, had discovered this even before the two of them were married. Actually, Jaclyn wouldn't have taken a second look at Greg, as most women didn't, had it not been for his submissive nature. ... read more
