Ass Afficionado , by Fyre

I heard a report the other day, on that entertainer feature network, that when Marilyn Monroe died, she had a full enema inside her body. The reporter said that either Marilyn or an unknown murderer filled an enema bag, added barbiturates, put it inside of her bowels, and she held it there. The skin inside absorbed all the chemicals and it killed her. An o... Read More...

"There’s a place along the Oregon Coast, a public campsite, that I must introduce you to. I don't remember the name of it offhand, but it is pretty far South from here, and there’s a lighthouse that you can walk to."

When I suggest that we go there, you look skeptical. I invited you to come to Portland, and you were expecting to stay at my home with my family. You’ve got a... Read More...

Slice of Heaven , by Fyre

"Pops! I’m going on a business trip to San Diego. I need you to watch my place for a couple days. I’ll be back at the end of the month."

My son didn’t even speak to me in person. He left the message on the phone. He didn’t check with me to make sure I got it. Or that I didn’t have anything important to do. He just figured I’d be... Read More...

Games We Play , Part ThreeSeeing Manny’s Dick

I felt different about Manny after Shirley told me what he said to her. I couldn’t look at him the same way when he came over Saturday for visitation with his dad. I made sure I didn’t stay in a room alone with him. He had greasy black hair that fell in his eyes and he was terrible at algebra. I was better at math than he was! I wanted t... Read More...

Soccer Moms , by Fyre

Frankie had a bottle of lubricant. She doused Shannon’s pussy and started stroking the area with the vibrator in large, sweeping strokes. Each time she brushed across her clit, she felt a tinge. It felt almost too much, almost painful. The newly bare skin made everything feel surreal. Frankie noticed the annoyed expression on her face.

Frankie changed her s... Read More...

I didn’t realize right away that I was going to develop into a full-blown Slutgirl.  I mean, I started off the same as everyone else.  I had a Mom and a Dad, divorced of course, and brothers and sisters with whom I fought over territory and possessions.  Nothing particularly noteworthy.  I could have turned into one of those boring, lay on her back and yawn through sex ladies, but nope, i

Mt. Rainier , by Fyre

The trail twists up the mountain. We hike upward, following the well-marked path. As the path sweeps to the same level as a creek bed, we hit a muddy section, and our boots squelch with the effort of each footstep. We enter a layer of fog--where dewdrops glisten on grasses–then catch a glimpse of the kaleidoscope of color as the sun finally shines down,... Read More...

Games We Play , Part TwoThe Rubbing Game

Two weeks later I went over to Shirley’s to spend the night. Her mom and dad were going out to see a movie, so her big sister, Wendy, the one who sprayed herself with water down there , was the only other person home. What that really meant was that she would disappear into her room and talk on the phone while we hung out in Shirleyâ€... Read More...

You are inside my head, you know. I can hardly walk away from this damn computer without thinking about you there, on the other side of your screen, looking at my words that come from this secret part of me. You are in there with the words, playing catch, knocking them out of the park, being enchanted. I love that you’ve accepted the invitation to come into my head, and you’re reading my st

Painting You, by Fyre

You come in from the heat of the yard to find a large piece of canvas spread across the kitchen floor. You’re wet and sweaty from mowing the lawn and you wipe your forehead with the flannel sleeve of your rugged shirt. I love it when you look so hot. So masculine.

"Whatcha doing?" You ask, pulling a cold beer out of the fridge.

"I ... Read More...

The alarm went of at the usual 1:45 am. He stood and went into the bathroom to shower and shave. She didn’t work on Sundays, but she got up, wearing one of his extra large t-shirts, and went into the kitchen to fry some country potatoes and toss together some leftover pork chops and a salad for his lunch. He came through the kitchen on the way to the front door, his security uniform making hi

Chance Encounter , by Fyre

Then there was Jeff. And that incredible afternoon. Shit oh dear. Our eyes met one day on the bus ride home, and that was that.

I’d been reading a novel. I looked up to find him studying me from across the way. We sat in the seats that were among the last claimed by the regular commuters, the ones facing the aisle, situated over the rear wheels, so hig... Read More...

So-- You say you want exclusive rights to my body...

You want exclusive rights to my face?

You want to know that the last and only time anyone traced my features it was under the intensity of your gaze as you looked in thought and wondered where I came from?

You want exclusive rights to my ears so you can know that the last time anyone whispered there, anyone brushed against t... Read More...

We had a woman come over on Friday. I don’t know about you, but for me, part of the "high" that happens is in the anticipation, and then in the thrill of remembering it afterwards. I will not name names, although I would love to. She is a friend to the bone, and deserves to have wonderful things happen. I just know that when we advertise, the freaks come out. And some of us are fun,

“Attention K-Mart shoppers. Please join us on Aisle 10. We have featured several items on sale: Extra Large Trojan Condoms, KY Warming Lubricant, a fine selection of lingerie, guaranteed to get the mood going... if you need to try on any garments, the dressing rooms are on the east end of the building.”

Jessie heard the announcement and felt she was in some alternate reality. This wa... Read More...

My husband and I drive team in a tractor trailer across the country. When you drive team, the expectation is that you will run your truck 24 hours a day. It’s exhausting. When this story happened, we were new to driving team and I couldn’t really believe that this was the expectation--to keep the truck rolling all day and all night long. Stop to fuel, grab some food, keep the truck rol

Black Panties, by Fyre

She dressed in the morning in a short, casual jumper. She’d made it from a fine wale corduroy in deep, autumn tones. She wore a green turtleneck underneath, but no panties. She put the black panties into her pocket.

No one would even suspect such a thing. Not about her.

She’d been awake most of the night. Her mind was floating into the... Read More...

It’s Spring. The flowers are blooming. The air’s fresh and fragrant. White clouds float about overhead. There’s nothing better to do than to kill time.

You call me up and we decide to meet in town. I'll bring lunch. You'll bring your motorcycle. It's that sort of lazy day. I pack some sandwiches, beer, fruit, and a deck of cards. I drive there with the windows down and meet you on t... Read More...

Diary of a Nymphomaniac by Fyre

September 1, 2000

Dear Diary,

I’ve been reading a lot on the internet. I’m wondering if I’m really a sex addict. What started this is that a "concerned wife" of one of the men I’m seeing emailed me an assortment of websites about sexual addiction. I think she was trying to indicate that I must have a rather "serious proble... Read More...

We were sitting around, watching the tube one day, when all of a sudden, Vick said, "Hey! We should sponsor a Fuck Contest, Survivor style."

"Yeah, Man." Wayne said, toasting him with a beer. "That’d be great."

But the thing about Vick is that he has the time, the money and the opportunity. His Daddy set him up big time. He works downtown in one of th... Read More...

Anal Fisting, by Fyre

It was one of those cold, lazy days where there was nothing to do. Neither got up and dressed; there was nowhere to go. No place they had to be. No one they had to account to. In other words, the perfect day for those who refuse to get bored.

They sat at the computer to surf the net. They’d been experimenting in the bedroom lately, and she was trying t... Read More...

Trucker’s Broadcast, by Fyre

I met this woman, Sidney, last Fall. She moved into my life with an urgency that was a little frightening at first, but as we eased into the relationship, I grew more and more attached to the idea of keeping her around. She moved into my apartment a week after we started seeing each other. She’s the first woman I’ve ever met who’s as enthusiasti... Read More...

I’m going to write this out pretty much the way it happened, but I still don’t know what to do with this memory. (Except to be horrified that I could have done this. And to wonder how bad it got for Bobby and his family.)

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The summer I was sixteen, I worked at a day camp for mentally and physically handicapped children and adults. We had the camp at various parks aroun... Read More...

I’m in college and I run track. I was working out pretty hard, and my new boyfriend, Doug asked me if I’d take his dog running with me. Doug had a heavy class schedule, and his golden lab wasn’t getting any exercise. So of course, I went by and picked Lex up one day on my regular two mile run. Lex was a real friendly pup. I think Doug said he was two, so he’s in good shape and can run r

I heard a report the other day, on that entertainer feature network, that when Marilyn Monroe died, she had a full enema inside her body. The reporter said that either Marilyn or an unknown murderer filled an enema bag, added barbiturates, put it inside her bowels, and she held it there. The skin inside absorbed all the chemicals and it killed her. An overdose. Now the freak in me wanted to kno

"I’ll take her home." It was Hank. He was speaking to his mom. I was the babysitter and he was going to drive me home. My mouth went dry.

Hank was going to take me home?

Hank’s car smelled like cigarettes. I cracked the window. I didn’t trust him. I needed to breathe.

"You smoke?" He extended the pack.

"No, thanks."

"You k... Read More...

Babysitting Bobby, part 2 by Fyre

What have I done?

The night before I was supposed to go babysit Bobby again, I could hardly sleep. I lay with my thighs parted and my hand giving my pussy a rather non-committed petting. I played with the inner lips, tugging and pinching at them. I stroked my pubic hair, pulling little kinks out, and looking at the bristly curls that fell away, so d... Read More...

Homeschool Lessons--Blow Job  by Fyre

Darla decided it was time to show Vonnie a little more.  Since that first lesson on how to do a hand job, Vonnie showed me over and over what a good little student she was.  “I have to learn to like the taste of the cum, if you don’t mind, Mr. Johnson,” she would say, opening my zipper, and taking out my dick underneath the table cloth... Read More...

Homeschool Lessons, Pt. 1

Yes, Mama, by Fyre

I was over at my new gal’s house. I’d gone over for dinner, which was a little too salty, but I was there for the booty call, not for the pork loin. Darla and I were wrestling around on the couch. I felt up under her skirt, she didn’t have any panties on, so I was making my move for third base. I thought I had a prett... Read More...