Show your Lines

A little before eight PM, the phone rang. I picked it up and said, “Hello.”

On the other end of the line, a breathy female voice asked, “Can I speak to Rad, please?”

Rad is my internet name and a pen name I use when I write erotica. Very few people know that name and the few who do, know my real name. “Uh, this is Randy, can I help you?”

There was a short silence and then a throaty laugh. “If you are the one that wrote the wonderful sexy stories I found, then you can do almost anything to me or with me that you like.” (more…)

“I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story I hope you enjoy it. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism.

I’d like to thank my friend Kate for her help with this chapter. She wrote a hot chapter and sent it to me. I changed a few pieces around to better fit into my story, and added the part after the shaving scene. Thanks for your help Kate.” (more…)

I discovered the pleasure of chatting online when my children were young. I had one daughter at kindergarten and a baby that slept a lot during the day. I’ve never been the fussy house keeper, my house was tidy but not spotless and so when I had some free time while my youngest had her nap the idea of doing housework was never appealing. I’ve also never been interested in day-time television; soap operas are just not my thing. I did watch a few movies some days but often my daughter would wake up and I would miss the ending. I would read sometimes as a way to pass the time while I waited for her to wake up for her next feed. (more…)

She entered the stairwell and launched herself at the stairs, taking them two at time. She reached her apartment in no time, and was soon inside her place, locking the door behind her. She shed her clothing as she moved through the apartment, freeing her long, dark hair. She shook her head back and forth gently, causing the ends to caress the soft skin at the small of her back. She shivered slightly, nipples hardening, and made her way to the phone. She dialed her best friend’s number and started to sing as it was answered. (more…)

“[Please read part one of this story first. I submitted a chapter II before but the feedback had me look at it and decide you readers were right, it ended too quickly. This is the replacement for that chapter. This story contains revenge, betrayal, oral, anal, Mf, Mff, ff, D/s, bondage, a trip to Chicago, and a road trip. If any of these things will put you off you may want to read someone else's story.]”

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She stood and pulled the big t-shirt over her head. Her new bra caught the light and made her breasts appear to sparkle. She started working on the jeans. When she had loosened the belt I spoke again. (more…)

“A little something I threw together to pass the time. I hope you enjoy it.

Please remember to vote and comment. I do enjoy hearing from my readers.”

I enter the club, giving the bouncers a nod. The big men nod back then resume checking membership cards and guest passes. As I hand my leather trench coat to the hat check girl she gives me a stunning smile. We’ve shared some good times together and we remember them rather fondly. Going to the inner door, I open it and step into Club Macabre. (more…)

*Jenny, Ch. 2: Jenny’s Desk Job*

The phone rang. Jenny waited, hoping it didn’t mean He was going to be late.

“Hello, my pet. There’s been a change of plans. I had to go to the office to meet with a client—and he’s made a lot of last-minute changes, which means that I have to stay here for awhile. So I want you to come down here to my office so I can amuse myself with you while I work.”

“Tell the receptionist you’re my new assistant—she’ll tell you where to find me. Dress appropriately. See you soon…” (more…)

“Strip and follow me.”

How could he even think of protesting, when his Mistress was standing there wrapped in a big fluffy towel? B turned and made sure the front door was securely locked, then hung up his jacket on the coat rack and quickly undressed. He folded his clothes and put them on the bench by the door, with his shoes underneath. When he was finished, he looked to his Mistress only to see her turn and walk away without a word. Then he remembered he was to follow her, and did so, face slightly flushed with embarrassment. (more…)

“The following totally fictitious writings and are intended for the sole readership of those of LEGAL AGE. The ADULT ONLY material contained within is also for personal use only where local standards permit scenes of violence and sex. Please do not read further if any of these subjects offend, or if you are not of legal age.

This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone violence of any sort.

The following is under Copyright and is for your sole enjoyment. Your cooperation in not using the material in any other application without the express permission of the author is requested. Thank you.” (more…)

“This story is part of a collection, “West of Boston.” The stories can be read in any order.

For Michelle, who helps this breathe”

Sometimes she crawls to him on all fours the length of the living room. She appears in a black merry widow, as stark black as her hair. Her breasts are pressed up and threaten to jiggle free. Her skin is pure alabaster against the tight, black fabric. She always smiles, full of joy and lust. Her ponytail curves on her back and falls over one shoulder.

When she reaches him she rises to her knees, black eyes sparkling with sex. She grasps his hard cock. He takes her face between his hands and lowers her mouth onto him, soft wetness enveloping his length. Holding her head, he slides her mouth on him, slowly fucking her face. (more…)