Exploring Stories

We Could When the light becomes a washed and cleansed by the darkness, the sway in our bodies giving way to its desire and heat, an intolerable wickedness playing withing our filthy minds, those inhibitions replaced with our dangerous taboo speak. And so… We could play dress up, cop and robber…handcuffed and fucked. We could switch roles, slave and master…a strap on sucked. We could invite another, me and you…pick and cho...

It was late on a Friday night, everyone in the house was asleep; I had found a new magazine that I had never seen before, Penthouse Variations, very different from the magazines that were mostly pictorials. The pictures that I looked at in the Penthouse, Playboy and Hustler magazines always made me hard and aroused, but I didn’t know why or what to do about it. I liked it a lot! I liked how it felt when I explored the shi...

I had always had an open mind, as a kid having watched porn far too much and been in way too many chatrooms. But now that I was away from my parents and enrolled at a large public university in the Southeast, I could finally explore any desires that I may or may not have. As a former baseball player and at nineteen years old, I was in good shape at 6’2 and just a little extra weight that I carried in my ass. I had heard a...

Julie Morgan’s parents died in a road accident. During three months of grieving, aged twenty-two, she mentally listed the physical experiences she had missed while saddled by their religious beliefs. Her only knowledge came from secret midnight reading of erotic literature and magazines. Her list began with breasts, a man’s hands on them. What would that be like? Having her pussy touched by a man’s fingers and tongue? How...