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Main street is dark and the tourists have retired for the evening. In the dark, foggy drizzle, I slip easily into concealing shadows; making my way to the outskirts of town. I push toward the motel with constant breaking sounds of the surf on my left and the singular howl of a wolf on my right. Drizzle turns to rain as I unlock the door to your room.
As per my instructions, I find you spread out on the Queen sized bed, blindfolded and bound with the equipment I had you purchase. Your legs are cuffed together twice, once above [read more...]
I would like to share with you the first sexual experience I had following my move to Los Angeles after graduation from Wellesley College in Massachusetts. The (relatively) few men I’d slept with until this time had all been steady boyfriends with whom I’d grown increasingly closer and sex seemed like a natural extension of our feelings for each other. This was QUITE different – pure(?) unbridled LUST!
The coast-to-coast move was prompted by a job offer from an advertising agency in LA. While the job sounded great and I was looking forward to entering the real, adult world I [read more...]
We’ve gone to Atlanta, you and I, for a business meeting. The meeting is over, and we have stayed to have a quiet weekend together. You’re still living so far away, and the time we can spend together and put work away is wonderful for us. We’re staying in the big Hyatt downtown, the one with the big central atrium. All the rooms open onto the atrium, there are the requisite glass elevators, and plants hanging everywhere, and a bar with a wooden lattice roof. We have an enormous suite, with a huge bath. The room and setting seem to [read more...]
Chapter Three
Kim was enchanted by Los Angeles. Her first days there were busy finding a place to live, getting all the connections and hookups necessary when you move into a new place, and “seeing the sights” with John. She toured Beverly Hills, the Farmers Market, Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, and all the usual tourist attractions. Finally, on a Thursday, as they finished some shopping and touring, John told her that he wanted her to meet the director of his next production, and gave her the address of the production offices he wanted her to be at the next day [read more...]
The next thing Kim knew, she was on a plane to Los Angeles. The last few days had been a whirlwind for her, since she had to quit her job, sub-let her apartment, and close her bank accounts. John took her shopping one day, showering her with beautiful clothes and jewelry, making sure that she had everything she desired. He took her to a beauty salon, where she had her hair done, her finger and toe nails manicured and painted; she had a wonderful full body massage that took every kink out of her body, and as a special treat, [read more...]
Ursula is the explicit tale of a girl exploring her newly emerging sexuality as she enters adolescence. If such things offend you, please read no farther.
Everything you are about to read is probably fiction.
Almost all the other kids on the block were Catholic and went to the Catholic grade school, so that made Ursula an outsider from the start. She was Lutheran and went to public school. Nor did it help much that her family had only moved onto the block the previous September, so she’d had no chance to get to know the other kids during summer [read more...]
Chapter One
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The cock shook and trembled. It spat out a stream of white. The jizzlet flew through the air to land with a heavy splotch on the blond woman’s left cheekbone. The cock pulsed once again. A streak of hot wet white whizzed out, splayed gracefully in the air, and traced a line up the woman’s face from below her cheekbone into her hairline. It curled up over her cheek, across her pert nose, and into the socket of her eye. It continued up over her eyebrow and across her forehead before [read more...]
CHAPTER 1
Dax was a rather normal, over-sexed man in his early forties. He never really had difficulty finding women interested in tripping the light fantastic. He stood about six feet tall and carried his two hundreds pounds quite well on his strong frame. Dax had a good manner about him and was often teased about how he resembled Indiana Jones in both his appearance and his demeanor. Dax was married to a knock-out of a woman. Mary was rather quiet and reserved, but used her outstanding body like a whore in the bedroom.
Dax had several encounters over the [read more...]
World War II was just over and Joey Lassister, like many other veterans, had recently returned home. Even though he was techni- cally a veteran, he didn’t really feel like one. He had joined the Army in his senior year of high school and only spent a little more than two years in service, none of which involved combat. Nonetheless, there he was, with mustering-out pay in his pocket and no goals in life. He figured the best thing to do before deciding about the rest of his life was to finish high school. He checked with his old high [read more...]
Things went along quite nicely for the next few weeks — and quite a bit more conventionally. As the weather turned warmer with the onset of spring, we settled into a very comfortable rhythm. June had communicated her desire to keep the big dildo and a vibrator handy and both got used pretty regularly as part of our foreplay. On one occasion, June decided to make use of a cucumber, but the damn thing kept slipping.
She started inviting me to various Jaycee get-togethers. I fit in really well — bearded, casual (usually jeans) and absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit. [read more...]
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