Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles du lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il en profitait un l'été dernier avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un crétin ou un crétin, c'est juste que la vie et la... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... read more
Cela a commencé comme une faveur inoffensive; Je n'avais aucune idée que cela changerait toutes nos vies. La colocataire de ma femme à l'université et son mari avaient emménagé dans notre communauté et dominaient bientôt notre vie sociale. Nous étions à peine sortis de l'université de... read more
Jaime n'avait jamais eu beaucoup de chance avec les filles au lycée. C'était venu et reparti, et maintenant il profitait d'un dernier été avant de partir à l'université avec sa virginité intacte. Ce n'était pas vraiment sa faute, il n'était pas un salaud ou un douchebag, c... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à vingt-cinq ans, j'ai... read more
Il y a quelques années, à mi-parcours du premier mandat du président Pelosi, j'ai surmonté mon inclination habituelle à éviter les risques et j'ai accepté une invitation à visiter l'appartement de deux femmes - de parfaites inconnues - qui venaient de découvrir que j'aime porter des culottes. Becky ... read more
The theme of a story is its moral, its message, its meaning. Today, the story's theme is rarely, if ever, explicitly stated. Instead, the writer leaves it to the reader to figure out the meaning of the story for him- or herself. The theme, in other words, is suggested by the story as a whole, especi... read more
Chapter 8 The first thing that struck me was pink! More pink satin than I thought existed in the entire world. The walls were covered in baby pink satin curtains, the plush carpet was also baby pink. Like all the other rooms in this house of the bizarre the ceiling as a full mirror. There was a h... read more
Quelque part au milieu de la vingtaine, j'ai réalisé que les femmes avaient du pouvoir sur moi. Les commentaires de mes amis parlaient de conquêtes féminines - je n'avais pas de tels sentiments. J'ai été obligé de renoncer à mon pouvoir d'homme et de me soumettre à leur pouvoir de femme. Ma se... read more
They came from all over the nation to downtown LA convention center. It was the "Little Cock Convention" I watched as men from all races and status came in. Sometimes they came with their wives,friends,Mistresses,lovers, or even their boyfriends. I was on Guard duty and walking the conven... read more
West Palm Beach didn’t have many cold snaps, but when one did rake the city the weather seemed twice as frigid as it actually was. Virginia Stanton sat alone in her office on the third floor of Prism Design’s building overlooking the Intra-coastal Waterway. She had been chilly all day, m... read more
Boring. That's how Steven defined his life, boring. Maybe it was a factor of being 18 years old and not having a car yet, but Steven couldn't help but feel like his life just sucked some times. Sure, he had a core group of good friends he hung out with on a regular basis, mostly the weekends. He als... read more
Jamie loved his job. Not only did he enjoy the job itself, but it also provided him with outstanding opportunities when it came to getting laid. Jamie was 21 years old and had moved to the city eighteen months before. Not long after he had gotten the job, working as a sales clerk and tai... read more
My name was Jim Rogers Jr. at one time. I was born and raised in a small town in a rural county in Oklahoma. My father James had been the pastor of the local Pentecostal Assembly of Jesus. Dad was what was known an ultra conservative hell fire and brimstone preacher. My mother's name was Allison. Sh... read more
Bukkake and gokkun were introduced by the Japanese, who are nothing if not imaginative and creative in their depictions of pornography, especially of the sadomasochistic and bondage and discipline varieties. Rabid feminists are not apt to like bukkake or gokkun. They tend to see even heterosexual... read more
Magician's Assistant - Friends & Lovers takes place in the Magatrix the Magnificent Universe, which was first introduced in my serialized seven-part story, Magician's Assistant. The premise upon which both that story and this story are based revolves around the fact that Magatrix the Magnificent... read more
Mike's sex life had taken a definite series of turns for the worse. When he called one of his favorite partners, Stella, she apologized for not returning his earlier calls, and told him she had been very busy lately. "I'm really sorry, Mike. I've had some great times with you, and I will alw... read more
My neighbor and I get together almost every day after my husband goes to work. We have become very good friends. We go shopping, watch soaps, play cards, and cook together, all kinds of stuff. Her name is Linda. She recently revealed to me that she has a secret and isn't all that she appears to be. ... read more
"Why are you staring at my knickers?" I jerked upright. God, I really had been staring at her knickers - not the ones she was wearing, sadly, but a pair on the floor, presumably yesterday's pair. They were perfectly normal white knickers with little pink flowers on them and a tiny satin... read more
Chapter 1 My name is, or maybe we better make that was, Andy Moore. Until recently my personal identification was in the name of Jamie Jo Moore and everyone I knew called me Sissy. My parents died in an automobile accident when I was twenty-four years old leaving me an estate of around $3,000,... read more
