Fiction

I am Raj once again here One day I received a mail from someone named Sophia. In the mail, she said she had gone through my postings and that she enjoyed it a lot. She also asked me whether I will be interested in chatting with her. Initially I was a lil bit suspicious because of my experience in chat rooms where there are more men posing as women than real women. However, I replied to that mail and said I will be available online during the evenings. I received a response to my reply after couple of days telling me...

This part of my story is about a young store clerk named Summer. She is a young woman that Jenn and I met in the Bikini Hut that she works at. She caught Jenn giving me a BJ in a change room of the store. For those that haven't read "Can you help me", "Can you take me Shopping" or "The trip" Jenn is a neighbor of mine that I'm having an on going sex only relationship with. A little bit about Summer. She's 23 year old short haired brunette, tall and skinny. She's about 5' 10" tall and about 105...

My name is Traci Holiday, and my lover’s name is Bruno. We moved recently into this lovely cottage, and now I primarily work from home. Most days, I’m in my office with Bruno in his corner or at my feet. It was just Bruno and me now, two individuals completely tuned in to each other’s needs and desires. Sexually, there was never any doubt when Bruno wanted me. If I were at my desk, he would part my thighs and nestle his head between my legs; if I were standing, he would push his nose between my thighs and begin sniffing...

"You're kidding, right," Becky said incredulously to her best friend Dana!?! "I'm telling you the truth," Dana said with a giggle, "just take a look at this," as she shoved the tape into the VCR and hit the play button!!! Both girls stared at the screen while waiting for the first images to come to appear, which turned out to be part of a bedroom!!! "See," Dana whispered, "there's dad, he's gettin' into bed!!!" They watched a little longer and Becky offered, "He's just reading a book, Dana, this is soooooo exciting, I don't think I can stand it!!!" "Just keep...

Mark The Spot I was thinking as I walked through the side door of my house that this was probably the worst day of my life. Humiliated at work... no, undermined by a snivelling little shit that worked for me and almost got me fired. To top it all off, my car pool gets screwed up and I have to beg for a ride home. More humiliation... just what I need. Why did I move my family to this town when I was already doing well? Including today, I have asked myself that same question 265 times so far this year...

I sat on the edge of a sagging mattress, in a dingy motel room, and let my gaze play over the enticing cocks of the four naked high school seniors standing in front of me. Brandon was the only one yet to turn eighteen, but with his birthday coming next month he was close enough that I didn’t give his age any thought. Each of the boys was sporting a potent hard-on, despite all having just jacked off into my hand only minutes before. With the ice broken, they were no longer taking furtive peeks at my middle-aged, but respectably trim...

Part 2 [the last of the bi theme for awhile] _____________________________ Judge Ciro T. Nikolai was seated behind a huge desk as Avan Volka and his young nephew Caci entered the judge’s chamber. Nikolai was a gruff sort with hard eyes and a wrinkled and stern face. He motioned for Avan and the boy to be seated on the opposite side of his desk. “Volka,” he began, “I have here a Grant of Immigration and since their father can’t answer for himself, your signature will suffice.” The judge raised the four-page document and flipped to the last page. “Here. On the...

I walk in the room and you blindfold me, lead me to the bed, and tell me to strip. I slowly remove my shirt. As I lift it over my head I feel you reach out, put your hands in my bra and pinch my nipples, hard. I suck in my breath, shuddering, hands holding my shirt over my face, and I wait. You then move away and I know I am supposed to continue. I remove the shirt and toss it aside. I unzip my skirt, shimmy it down across my hips, down to my ankles, and kick it off...

Erica Fry thought long and hard before making up her mind to go inside. Nervously she waited for the receptionist to finish up with a middle aged lady who was then ushered away to what must have been the rear of the offices. “May I help you?” the young red haired woman asked. “Uh I hope so,” Erica mumbled, “I read your ad and wondered if maybe I could…………” “If you could tell us your story?” the red head interjected. “Yes,” Erica sighed thankfully, “that’s it exactly.” “You understand the nature of the stories we’re looking for?” the receptionist asked. “Ahem...

In a small town, in the middle of nowhere, lived an unknown man called Mordie. For years Mordie spent his days in his house thinking of the perfect woman for him. You see Mordie is not a bad guy he's just misunderstood. As a young boy growing up in the big city, he was always being teased about his weight, his misconstrued face and his mental instability. Fearing for her son's safety, Mordie's over protective mother fled the city to live in a small town. With fear of ridicule, Mordie's mother didn't want him to leave the house, nor not even...