• Girlfriends: Picking up Polly

    I’d made plans to pick up Polly on the way to meet friends. After a humid afternoon practicing, she said she’d have to shower first. She didn’t mind if I dropped by early. I casually mentioned my best friend would be with me. She paused for a moment, then said she’d see me soon. That… Continue Reading

  • The Duke of Tentacles

    Introduction In which she is rudely awakened. “This one.” Those were the words I remember. Next the iron grip of a dozen hands—wrists, spreading my legs, pushing my belly into the mattress by the small of my back. They forced my pussy to lift behind me. There was a sharp tug at my pajama bottoms—my… Continue Reading

  • Girlfriends: Heather

    Back from my trip overseas. Didn’t want to waste time getting back to work. Another anecdote about me and girlfriends for all of you. Heather had long blond hair and reminded me of Gwyneth Paltrow. She liked to wear a long overcoat with jeans or a black skirt underneath, and high leather boots. We shared… Continue Reading

  • Girlfriends: Polly

    I’ve taken on a new writing project, not erotic, and haven’t had much time for erotic stories. I’ve been thinking about short little anecdotes for the sake of readers newly subscribed to the website. Most of the stories that follow are drawn from my own experiences while some are inspired by others. There is truth… Continue Reading

  • between the lines

    I worked on this story for a while. Wanted to write something fun and a little special for all of you. Hope you enjoy. ~ Will 1 A gust of sunlight floods the kitchen’s floor. I can’t decide whether I like the mixed metaphor. But why not? That’s a mid-winter’s sun that’s not really winter’s… Continue Reading

  • The Sex Slave | Chapters 1-3

    And here is another chapter. I’m thinking that ‘Owned’ might be a better title than ‘The Sex Slave’. Let me know. As always, consider my posts a first draft. What you read is the way I wrote it just yesterday and today. Stream of consciousness. I made a slight change to the first and second… Continue Reading

  • Distractable

    You wouldn’t think, but in the dead of winter when a wood stove burns in a small house, one may wear as little as on a summer’s day. One my put on a shirt and nothing else for the little things needing done indoors. By midmorning though, a woman may begin to wonder if she… Continue Reading