Chapter Two As they traveled back to Minnesota, it was a bit solemn and sad, leaving Sam and Lilly behind, for they both knew they were returning as Mother and son. Walking through the terminal to get their bags, Lilly’s phone rang. It was her mother calling, saying, “Your Dad was taken to the hospital.” They drove directly to the hospital, seeing her Mom in tears, she just said, “Your father passed away. He had a massive...

I was in my room studying when there was a knock on my door. "Rosalynne! It's me, Andrea. Let me in!" She sounded weird, like maybe she had a cold. I opened the door, and someone slipped inside my room, but it was not Andrea. His jet black hair matched Andrea's, although it was a guy's shorter cut. The guy looked like her brother, except that Andrea does not have a brother; I've met her whole family. He was wearing her cl...

Beatrice Cox was a lady in her early forties. She had been married before with a son who was now nearing the age of a teenager. But as far back as she could remember, Beatrice had always been curious about what it would be like with another woman. She saw herself as straight and couldn't imagine herself at all being in a relationship with a woman, as she liked a good cock too much. But she'd always been curious, you know....

The first time I met Terri I was blown away by her beauty. She had long sandy brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, a delicate nose, full lips and a glow that seemed to radiate from inside her. She had magnificent 36DD breasts, a toned stomach, a cute bubble ass, perfect legs and perfectly manicured hands and feet. Then I was blown away by the fact she had a cock. I didn’t find this out until I had gotten to know her, then it...

The drive home from college was the longest of Alex's life. Each mile marker was a tombstone for a future he'd meticulously planned, now shattered by the cruel laughter of his roommate. The image of his roommate's face, twisted in a mixture of shock and disgust as he held up a pair of pink lace panties, was seared into Alex's mind. The whispers that followed him through the dorm halls had been a constant, buzzing humiliat...

The year is 2076. Meet Martin. Martin is a man in his early thirties. He has no family, as he was brought up in a care home and foster homes. He is not an orphan, but was an unwanted baby. Despite his background, Martin’s upbringing was without incident, and he shone at school and subsequent tertiary education, as he decided early on that he was going to make the best of his life. Martin is a very wealthy man due to his d...

Part 1: Let's get this straight right away: It's called Amtrak's Lake Shore Limited now, but, to me, the overnight train from New York to Chicago will always be the New York Central's fabled 20th Century Limited, where the passengers are always rich and beautiful, dressed to the nines and sipping dry martinis until well past Buffalo, a black-and-white reverie with a soundtrack by George Gershwin. I always take the train w...

Finally, she said yes ... As luck would have it, we both had business in July in Chicago. We agreed to meet for dinner. "I'll be staying at the Blackstone," I told her. I hadn't stayed there in decades, but it's near where I was to have a meeting and it's near the Art Institute. Ironically, it was the first big city hotel I ever visited. I was a boy, barely 13, on a visit to the city with my parents. "That's way too expen...

Part 1: Her name was Laura, just Laura. She called herself "a simple T-girl," but as I had grown to know her, I had learned there was very little, if anything, about her that was simple. We had flirted online for months, me sharing far more details of my offline, real life than she shared of hers. I had never even seen her photo, not a real photo at least. She had shared some quite erotic photographs showing her finely fe...

The phone rang only twice before she answered. "Ben!" her voice boomed through the receiver, cheerful and a little out of breath, as if she'd just run up the stairs. I couldn't help but smile. The mere sound of her voice was enough to brighten the gray afternoon at university. "Hey, you almost-birthday girl," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I hope I'm not interrupting your important birthday planning?" I could picture...

​In the beginning, we were just an ordinary couple: in love, happy. Math helped a bit when we realized it was cheaper for both of us to move in together, so we did. The lust didn’t fade, but there was a barrier. My partner—who initially seemed not to care—soon found ways to break it. But what exactly am I talking about? And why does it matter? Well, after six months, "the volume" had become natural to me. There was nothin...

Nico was making coffee. The bright Florida sunshine of a new day illuminated the white-and-sea foam green of my hotel room, glinting off the small kitchenette, where she was trying to be quiet. I was happy to see the sounds were coming from her making coffee, and not from her trying to slip out, that morning after ritual of "I'll call you," of slipping on enough clothes to carry your shoes and bag and whatever else out th...