Desire Stories
No One Could Have Predicted 3
Time passes as Drew meets Carol once again and they rekindle their passion.Drew got out of his car and slammed the door shut. "What a piece of junk," he said, and looked at the rust bucket that was his vehicle. The aqua sedan was a godsend when he first bought it years ago. The car got him out of the house during high school and...
Unlikely Love Pt. 03
Big changes for Tamara and Elena.Part 3 Elena It took me several days to find the perfect venue for our little outing, there were a number of ‘do it yourself’ pottery places in town, but so many seemed like a bunch of amateurs trying to kill a few hours. I wanted something homey, quaint...
I Wasn't Expecting This
A chance encounter, told from both perspectivesThird night of a long business trip. At the bar, grabbing a quick bite and a glass of wine. Distractedly watching the game on the TV and glancing at my phone. Business types all around me; some attractive, most not. I'm a little aroused, I guess normal fo...
Finally Meeting
It started with an online chat.I pulled my ‘Son of a Gun’ Grey coloured Holden Equinox into the empty car spot. Very much a tight fit for a big car. Now that we were out of lockdown, I was getting used to parking a larger car in tight spots again. I sat there, in the driver’s seat, my...
A loud banging on the door, as if the world was ending, woke him from his slumber, staring confused out in the darkroom. The only light sources were the full moon shining behind the thin curtains and the small trace of a yellow glow shining from under the...
The Eye of the Beast
This one’s a few years old now, but a good start to my style.In the stillness of society at desks in cars on the avenues and bars I hold fast to sanity biting my lip to withhold depravity But then you arrived Beautiful Bright-eyed And awakened the thing waiting in the deep... ... Silly girl You wandered into my gaz...
Just To Be Clear
Why am I writing a letter? Because he needs to know how needy I am.To my dearest husband, I want no ordinary lover. I want sleepless nights. I want a fucking storm. I want to be shipwrecked between the sheets, spread-eagled, eaten whole, devoured and left in a half-conscious, screaming and babbling sweaty mess. I want pa...
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Jennifer's Gift
A very special, once in a lifetime offer.We knew that it might be our last chance, the last time we’d steal time from our lives to spend being a family – now, two-thirds of a family. We were excited about the trip. There was an aura of melancholy, of course, knowing this might be our last opport...
Sins in Anaheim: Chapter 2
My account of the dark sins that I committed while trapped in the madness of a broken heartCroquette. A game I now think I absolutely and most assuredly despise. I stood in Milli Hammel's well-manicured lawn. A nice day, yes, though the air had chilled quite a bit as of late. Milli, her perfect pearls and perfect husband and perfect home with p...
Always Spring
Considering life togethSweeten each new dream Fill my heart with melody Make life always Spring Fragrance in your words When you speak in tones of love I know our years, so warm, so close Will be ever and always Spring Sweetest caresses, deepening touches, Set avid passion afla...
Taking The Plunge – Melissa’s Thoughts
Her mother was picking her up in the morning, but there was unfinished business to attend to.Standing behind Rebecca with my hand on the edge of her chair, I kept looking at her tits as they wobbled beneath her T-shirt every time she tapped the keyboard, reached forward, or pressed her back into the chair. When she looked up, I had to avert my ey...
Sins in Anaheim: Chapter 1
My account of the dark sins that I committed while trapped in the madness of a broken heart.Of all the sordid stories that should never be told, I imagine that this would be one of them. The story of a mother—a step-mother, though I should specify that would hardly weigh-in per the eyes of the law—and her son. Not a rosy peach-cheeks type of tal...
My lips find her neck's descent, feeling the rising pulse. Down they go to join my fingers already taking the measure and form of her breast. Breasts. What spawned my fascination? My obsession really? Did it first start with envisioning iconic womanhood b...
The spank became a spark, Which lit a fire within. A fire which grew out of control, Now raged across my mind, And dare I say it filled the void, That had plagued my very soul. So, what was it driving this passion within, Was it that she was forbi...