********** Aaron's Story V—The Confession ******************************* "Dude, I'm ordering pizza. What do you want?" Sean shouted from the kitchen. Comfortably seated on the sofa, watching a random Dracula movie (How ironic life is!) in the living room, I replied loudly. "The usual one would be great." I heard him speaking our regular order into the...
I watched my wife in the throes of passion with another man as I stood naked beside the hotel bed, flogging my hard cock. We weren't swingers. We had never even discussed it, outside of the occasional joke about me wanting to see her with another woman. Even that was always met with a disapproving look and the words, "Not gonna happen." At 42, Carrie was s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * Trying to walk up a stairwell with both hands desperately clutching an unnecessary number of my personal ideas is a bad idea. I've already dropped a few things and I'm bouncing from wall to rail to wall. Whatever, I'm just excited to finally be on my own and moving into my dorm...
Dear reader: A political satire of "woke" white people, particularly woke white women. Definitely not to everyone's taste. Intended to be humorous. Skip if offended by the notion of a white gal mind-controlling her white boyfriend to service a black dude. But quaff heartily if the idea gets you hot. Adam ********* SCENE 1 [Setting: A spacious but d...
* Jeff * I mentioned earlier that improvisation was not one of my strengths. Where's a good playwright when I need one? I was straining with my words, hoping to somehow capture the intensity of what I was feeling in a way that would get through Daniel's reserve and convince him of my sincerity. Just feeding him, watching his lips accept my little offerings,...
It's my first time giving writing a go outside of a schoolhouse, so please let us keep this in mind in the comments. Anyway, all characters are works of fiction and at least 18, unless otherwise mentioned, and any resemblance to any person is merely coincidental. Also, the setting is fictional as well. Let's get on with it, shall we? OoOoOoO Some days are...
Declan spent Saturday packing. Not that he had much to pack. He'd arrived at the rented cottage the previous Sunday, and the storm that had caused the evacuation of most of the town had hit on Tuesday. Some of Declan's things were still in suitcases; he'd unpacked his art supplies first thing, but had gotten distracted by painting before he'd gotten much els...
Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks othe...
After Sam left, I cleaned the kitchen, and went upstairs to take a shower, and hopefully a nap. It was a few minutes past 1:00pm and that gave me 4 hours to recover before Sam came back again. I opted for a bath instead of a shower, and really relished the feel of my smoothly shaved pubic area. My legs were starting to stubble, so I shaved them again. MMm so...
Vice 2 -- Jay Grady My own fucking son, Brian, sprawled out on his back. In my own fucking bed with his legs spread open like a whore. I held his ankles in each hand and pushed his legs down and back so his ass was open and visible. I backed my cock out slowly, twitching when his wet insides fluttered around the sensitive crown of my cock. It was worse when...