Heterosexual Stories

With apologies to Clement Clark Moore.

He isn't meant to be touched. She isn't meant to want him. A quiet night, A touch breaks the rules no one dares to name. A girl, drawn by a pull she doesn't understand and doesn't resist, unleashes something the world wanted buried. As paths revealed, collide, desire blurs into danger. Blood flows, romance turns sharp. Loyalty fractures. Secrets surface. Some connections aren't forbidden because they're wrong, but because they change everything.

A story in the The Klisma File
An enema-lover's love story: Recently widowed mom Lori's 11 year old daughter Jessica needs a doctor-ordered enema due to the effects of an antibiotic. Lori phones Jess's uncle, who runs an on-line alt-health business. He arrives to coach Lori through the procedure. This piques Lori's interest and leads to romance as she explores the enema's potential for personal and erotic pleasure. If you're into enema eroticism this might be a story for you.

Jayne can't take another second of her mom's constant lecturing. Now she's on her own, on the street. She planned to walk to the rough side of town and find some kind man to relieve her of her troublesome virginity. Now she is surrounded by three big guys and thinking, "Maybe I didn't think this through!"

She always came home clean

Hard Science Fiction mixed with Romantic Love and Sex. What more is there? (Sorry, no war here!) The gentle push of the single plasma thruster at minimum power was nearly imperceptible to the two teenage lovers.   Jabin broke their kisses for a moment, “Pilot, continue hot fire for five minutes, then rerun diagnostics.” He went back to kissing Atarah.

A short story about how a group of people turn tragedy around for the better.

He betrays her trust, and she gets more than even. Not much sex, but I enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoy.

I am a polyamorous woman, in my mid-40's, and recently embarked on an affair with a sophisticated, cultured, highly intelligent older gentleman. Because of the coronavirus, combined with other circumstances, we have been unable to meet for several weeks -- and who knows how much longer. My lover, whose name is Bob, wrote this story as a description of our first time together. He sent it to me, for my own entertainment, but told me it is mine to do with as I wish. I may write my own version.

thrird part of my story