A few days ago, I remembered that My mom’s sister, Aisha, and I have been flirting a lot more together. Don’t get me wrong, it’s all very innocent aunt – nephew relationship; a longer-than-normal touch as we pass something across the table, a slight foot brush underneath said table. I like to give my Aunty
As sex lives progress so does the wants and desires. Grandma and I would have some great sexual conversations on what our deepest fantasies were. I remember one night after dinner we sat on the couch together, enjoying a casual conversation, however like most of our conversations it turned into a sexual conversation. “So what
Brooke is a day away from the happiest day of her life; she is getting married to Riley, her 23 year old boyfriend of two years. The 20 year old bride is in her small dressing room making sure she still looks amazing in her dress. With her are the dressmakers, Ally and Becca. “I
Rose walked into the club, her black dress fitting tightly against her. Men watched her with hungry eyes, and she watched them with hungry eyes as well. Their blood was… intoxicating. She walked to the dance floor, rubbing up against several men just to feel them. She could smell their arousal, of course, but just
I drifted between sleep and wakefulness. My skin was dotted with sweat, and the sweat smelled of rum. I was dreaming drunken dreams in the sultry morning humidity. It was that hour before dawn when the human beast is at his weakest; when most people take their last breath; when magic happens. One minute I
When she was little, when her mother was still alive and breathing and her father still told her bedtime stories about little princesses and kissed her goodnight, she often thought about unicorns, and at night, in dreams, she tried to conjure them, but they would always appear misshapen or deformed, with a chicken’s foot instead
Margaret Wallace was your average, everyday housewife. She was born and raised in Queens, NY. She got married right out of high school at the age of 19 to her high school sweetheart, David. They were perfect for each other. They actually waited until their wedding night before they had sex. They were two young
“I can take you to the place you seek,” the Arab girl whispered. Professor Montana Smith eyed her skeptically. It was hard to judge if she was lying, as all he could see of her face was the dark liquid pools of her eyes above that veil. Although he had been in the kingdom for
The city was dark that night, darker than hell. The rain clouds seemed thicker than ever before and there was the occasional rumble of distant thunder. My name is Andy and I am a writer but not one of good fortune. I had been having a hard time during those months. Several publishing companies had
It was crazy. Sure, he’d had a lech for Marilyn Ralston for a long time, but he’d never seriously contemplated doing anything about it. She and her husband lived in the same building as he and Laura, and they saw each other for drinks occasionally. So you get the hots for a neighbor, maybe in
My wife Joyce and I have always enjoyed reading letters and stories about a lifestyle we have found to be exciting for both of us. That life style is wife sharing. I truly enjoy sharing Joyce with other men while she enjoys the excitement and sex from many different partners. Until recently I have found
Niki was shocked! It just wasn’t possible…was it? Her mind was spinning in endless circles as she looked at the two blue lines in front of her. PREGNANT?!!! How can I be pregnant?! Niki sat down on the edge of her bed and continued to stare at the test strip in front of her. Her
I’m an exhibitionist. I guess I always have been and I expect I always will be. That point in childhood when most kids (or at least most girls) learn modesty, I didn’t. I do remember my folks trying to shame me into covering up when I would dance out of my bedroom in next to
I was 36, and I knew what I was doing. Or at least I thought I did. My friend John had talked me into this; it was really perverted so it appealed to me. I can’t remember when I first started getting a thrill out of doing things that grossed everyone else out, but I’m
“Master.” Hal didn’t want to hear the voice. He didn’t want anything to intrude on whatever level of life he was now floating on. Eyes closed, a bed of unbelievable softness underneath him, the distant but comforting sounds of Josephine’s claws scratching on the dirt floor — and, best of all, the utterly satisfying feeling