We kiss goodbye outside the station. I turn to ask him if he wants to fuck me. He looks puzzled; you're not even out of sight. I shrug. "I'm a slut." It will prove enough of an explanation through the day. You come home in the evening. Maybe you can taste cum on my lips. Maybe you know what I am. In any case, your fist fucks me harder than ever. Vengefully? My body used up, we cuddle. My lips now taste of cunt. I prefer i...

Dr. Gregory Louse stood in front of his white board, and gestured with his cane. "We have a new and inexplicable patient-of-the-week, people. What are the symptoms?" he demanded of his assembled team of diagnosticians. "Overactive libido and uncontrollable sexual urges," said Dr. Foreskin, a huge, muscular black man with an enormous bulge in the crotch of his scrubs. "She has sex at least ten times a day." Dr. Louse seize...

I've been fighting it for over two weeks now. I did my best not to think of it, trying not to let my mind wander down that path that I hate so much and yet yearn so much. I've spent nights, lying in my bed, reading, watching TV, doing anything to keep the need out of my mind. And while trying to distract myself, I knew I would lose, I knew I would do it again. I stood in front of this mirror yesterday already, but yesterd...

I hate funerals. I hate the way the dead are dressed in boring church clothes. I hate the way their grayed faces are painted in a failed attempt to resemble their living self. We should be naked! We came into the world naked, right? Why don't we leave that way too? Most of all, I hate the way funeral-goers spew lie after lie about the carcass in the box. Each reinvents his or her history with the deceased. After all, the...

What might ye uncover, Most likely discover, Oh might ye unveil for thee,   Ye peel off what covers, The this and the others, Reveal what ye most want from he,   Each layer with care, Don't hastily tear, Use a delicate touch as you free,   Improving the viewing, It's clear what is cuing, With a swell, tis hung well what you see.   It's just the right size, A bountiful prize, "Oh my", ye exclaim with much glee,   Why look...

“So,” she said with a smirk, “I guess you want to hear my whole sad story.” She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled lazily toward the ceiling. “Is it sad?” I asked with a smirk of my own. “It has to be sad,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.” She raised both her hands to her shoulders in a gesture to take in the whole seedy bar we were in. I frowned and stared into her eyes. “I don’t think you’re being hones...

1985 "They call you what?" "Nymphette!" She said proudly. "I'm half afraid to ask why?" "Why the hell do you think?" I laughed at the whole situation. An eighteen-year-old girl telling me her nickname in order to get me to fuck her. It was such a crude way to drop a hint. But as I thought about it, it made a weird sort of sense. I had been working closely with her for several weeks. In some ways, the only reason she was p...

The air reeks of anticipation and testosterone as I descend the staircase into the basement level. It looks like there will be no stampede, but I sense a slight increase in the walking pace of those leading the way. I follow suit, clutching that fresh condom in my palm and wondering if it’s presumptuous of me to have one at the ready. I haven’t noticed anybody else dipping into the protection pot yet - is it bad to look t...

Time has been exceptionally kind to my wife Samantha. As a sixth form teenager, her stunning looks, along with her 36 DD's, attracted the attention of the male students and some teachers at her school. Her chestnut brown hair flowed down to her waist, and her face wouldn't have looked out of place in any beauty pageant. It was no wonder that she had an everlasting stream of suitors clamouring for her attention. She lost h...

Nymphomaniac and slut were the names I was repeatedly called a few years ago.  I earned these licentious names because of my unquenchable hunger for sexual pleasure and gratification.  One of my lovers regularly organized orgies, to cater to my steamily insatiable demands for sex.      For me, gang-bangs, orgies, and threesomes were, and still to this day are highly enjoyable.   The pleasures and sexual satisfaction I rec...