"A lustful encounter on a time-traveler's journey home."
You’re currently reading a manuscript of Jack Waters. Upon mentioning that name, one of two things probably went through your mind.Either:Who the hell is Jack Waters?Or:The Jack Waters? He’s a legend!In the first case, give it a few years, then...
"An interest in watersports only ever talked about becomes a reality."
We had been meeting up for regular over the knee spanking sessions at each other's homes for some months. In the conversations during and after these sessions, it came to light that each of us had, in addition to other fetishes, an...
"“If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough,” Mario Andretti."
Mum was right, his blaze was sweet; but, for fuck’s sake, calling him, Sugar, was character assassination. Even as a gangly foal, his face screamed white lightening.In utero, he was my mother’s horse, but the devil-may-care fire in those newborn...
"Why did he agree to give the spoiled brat a ride home? The boy's mother's tits, what else?"
Thank you. Xoxo, the text read. Sean cursed at the prospect of having to endure Michael's various caprices longer than necessary and at his inability to say no—more accurately: to say no to the pair of perky breasts Michael's mother, Sharon,...
You know what they say about gymnasts in the bedroom...I balance the perfect handstand on his chair while inhaling his cock and offering him a birdseye view of my stunning cunt - the cunt that entices and manipulates. As my pussy inhales his prick, his...
"An interracial love affair in the 60's south as told by 70-year-old woman in flashback"
I sat in the comfort of my home, reflecting on the turbulent aftermath of George Floyd's murder as well as the unending quarantine. The looting bothered me, but I understood the rage. I understood as well as any seventy-year-old white woman...
"This story is based on a game from a sex shop for increasing intimacy by opening chakras."
Two women stood in the kitchen looking into the living room. On the coffee table stood their latest purchase from their favorite sex shop, a board game still shiny with plastic wrap. The blond turned her head away from the...
The 1950s (hiding in cages)"Gross indecency" is what they call it in British law. Homosexual men are prosecuted. However, strangely enough, sex between women is not criminalized. Therefore, the men who are attracted to other men have to hide their feelings....
"They needed an escape, to each other."
They weren’t supposed to be together. He was a married man, and she was a friend’s daughter, home from college. Yet there they were, making love in a poppy field in the middle of nowhere.Sunshine beat down on her back...
"A poet in a poppy field was not expecting company."
The sun above me, the poppies below, and her in-between sublimates what I know. I came here to write; she came here to read. Instead we found something that both of us need.Her lips on my body. Her lust for...
