Adult Writers Den

The Exhibitionist Having lived among both, I find that I prefer the working class to the nobles. They know what it is to be in need and are much quicker to help. When we docked[…]

Both Vathsala and I joined the company on the same day. We were both equally qualified. I’m a very friendly person in general and not competitive. This is quite in contrary to Vathsala, who has[…]

Michael Denton, fresh from his earlier portrait/fucking session with Esperanza, drove through the late morning traffic toward the palatial home of Meg Morgan, smiling inwardly. He had finished a rough sketch of his nude portrait[…]

Over the hill – not under it. Jim and I had been married for six months when he started talking to me about swinging. Six more months later I finally said yes. Little did he[…]

MILFs – Part 5 Mona Wendell lay naked on the bed in her cabin, the sheets and blankets scattered in disarray. An empty bottle and glass were on the nightstand, the bottle on its side.[…]

The plane ticket was sent and my heart raced faster with each passing day until his arrival.  I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.  Here I was, separated from Antonio for less than 3[…]

Late Friday afternoon, Jenna called me before I left the office telling me she was waiting for me at the penthouse. Waiting for me to pick her up for dinner at a favorite restaurant, and[…]

You and me were hanging out watching some TV. You were wearing a very short skirt with your legs spread somewhat. I saw that there was a wet spot on your panties. When you saw[…]

I was 16 and living in the country. I had no brothers or sisters and had spent most of my life after 5 years of age at boarding schools where I was educated only coming[…]

It all started when I was around 19 getting ready to turn 20. I was dating a girl named Vicky. She had just turned 19 herself. We had started dating when we worked toghter mostly[…]

Now I've never been one to toot my own horn. There was never a need for it, but when a woman looks good, she should know it. And I look damn good. It seemed Christian[…]

Something with my Sister Deb It was an afternoon in July, I was about three months short of my seventeenth birthday. I was practicing one on one basket¬ball with my sister Debbie, who would be[…]

She was there to meet me at the station. I well remember she was wearing a long coat over a thin tight sweater, and an incredibly short skirt. She seemed taller than I remember her,[…]

I stand in the shower. Warm water caresses my 18-year-old, body. I scrub my hair with shampoo. I hear the alarm beep. I figure it was my mom or dad opening the door so I[…]

I was sitting at home watching tv when I got the usual Christmas call from my mom. Was I coming over this year? I tried my damndest to get out of it, complaining about bad[…]

She felt the hot sun burning her skin; she opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust. She felt a hot body up against her back; Jake was in her bed, his arm around[…]