NK - Sweet and Spicy

"April's Fools!" my sister, Lorraine, shouted, and she laughed as she yanked on my swimming trunks and pulled them down to my ankles. The people at the pool party looked in my direction to see what my twenty-one-year-old sister was up to and everyone saw my penis and laughed. "It's so little!" Yvonne shrieked as she pointed at my shrunken penis. I blushed profusely. Water dripped down my body and my face turned a dark shade of red as I and two dozen people stared at my scrunched-up ball sack and thin, two-inch-long dick. Needless to say, I was mortified and stood there in shock giving everyone time to point, laugh, and get a good look. When I could speak, I mumbled, "The water is really cold." ^^^ My name is Marcus and I'm eighteen and the above was a description of the worst, most embarrassing day of my life. Little did I know that it would turn out to be the best day of my life. Funny, how when you think all is lost, your fortune can change...

The beat of the last track elevated Katie May's heart rate, and the most recent shot of Tequila lowered her inhibition even more. She laughed hysterically with her girlfriends Kristen Schwartz and Bella Tangredi, as they bumped and pulled into each other on the dance floor like a trio of drunken pin balls. This night was Kristen and Bella's intervention for Katie, who had been single for fourth months and had moped around in a pitiful sorrow for just as long. Kristen settled her drunk posse, pulling their heads close for a secret meeting in the middle of the club. Kristen raised the matter of the four men who had been chasing their skirts, trying to charm them throughout the night. She also conveyed she had private knowledge of several powder rooms up on the loft. The girls took a gander at the four men by the bar, who looked elated by their sudden attention. Kristen called dibs on the tall, brown-haired one. Bella liked the one that had a bushy beard and looked like a lumber...

Just a quick story about a feeling of guilt, and maybe a change of attitude, from a different perspective than usual here. Story itself is exactly 750 words long. ___________________________________ Funny the things that make you feel guilty. It was warm on Sunday morning, in Jill's bed, under a light sheet and comforter. I could hear her, puttering around the kitchen, making us breakfast, I assumed. No smell of frying bacon or sausage yet, so she must've just started. There were pictures on her bedroom wall, pictures of Michael, her husband, and Jill, together on a ski trip, pictures of their children at various ages, and, worst of all, a photo of them taken at their wedding. Those things never bothered me. Her husband, 1SG Michael Bronstein, was away, at his two weeks of AT, Annual Training, at Fort Leonard Wood -- Fort Lost in the Woods -- in Missouri. A surveyor with the 476th Engineer Detachment, 365th Engineer Battalion in Schuylkill Haven, Pennsylvania, and this was h...

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. My short stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my personal interests, fetishes, or personal history. This is a very old work of mine, but I think it still has merits so I'm uploading it for you all to enjoy. Contents: F/m, Mistress/pet. Loving BDSM. Sadism/Masochism. Pain play (F to m). Blood (mild). Blindfold/gag/collar/chains (on m). Anal play (female on male). Oral (male on female). PiV/vaginal sex. Creampie. Consensual. Let's begin! ---- She stood before him, standing tall and elegant, shifting her weight between her feet, wrapped to her thighs in laces and leather, heeled and dangerous. A black leather corset balanced the boots, laced up the front but stopping before covering her breasts, which showed amply in their pale soft glory. A pair of skimpy black lace panties contrasted the leather nicely, covering the soft curve of her p...