It was a real rough patch we were in. My wife, Sharon, had experienced a difficult pregnancy which had caused her to take leave of work well before giving birth. My own work hours had been cut for the factory since production orders were scarce at the moment. Now we had an extra mouth to feed and grateful as we were for our daughter's health, we weren't maki...
Author's Note - So, I've realized there's a benefit to writing erotic fiction. All my other...hobbies?...are now valuable uses of my freetime. Google Image searching ESPN Body Issue? Research. Related image searches for Colin Kapernick and Carlos Bocanegra? Research. Looking for bootleg copies of The Joy of Gay Sex? Research. Reading erotica and yaoi? Resear...
Act Three -Only if the stars could see- I sat beside Brayden in my crisp pressed suit with my hands folded over my lap. All around me girls danced in the fancy dresses, their expensive shoes sinking into the grass under the night sky. They held tight to their partners as they twirled around the make-shift ballroom. A classical band played in the background...
Rick's mother schlepped into the kitchen in just a mint-green hospital smock and fluffy bedroom slippers. She took a searching, not altogether approving, look at her son, hunched over a cereal bowl, textbooks fanned out around him. Then she moved to the counter beside the refrigerator, took up a half-empty package of cigarettes she found there, and lit a cig...
I had just set up my own business. Eager to make some money by my own efforts, instead of hanging around in some anonymous office, seen doing the 'right' thing, and waiting around for a promotion, I was now spending a lot of time working at home. And while I was motivated and got plenty done, I was spending many days working alone. There were inevitable mome...
Oliver "Meet me at the car park in five. I'm the red Shelby. Heading home early." Hmm, weird, An leaving school early? Wow, she hadn't bunked a class since high school… Maybe she couldn't wait to see me. I couldn't wait either, so I moved into a jog towards the car park with my phone still in my hand. When I made it there I couldn't help but laugh....
Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...
Notice: I don't care what you do with this story. Make it into a movie or publish a play with it. I wrote it to be enjoyed and to be shared, so the more people read it - the better. =-=-=-=-= I was feeling depressed. Although I loved my wife and we were the closest of friends, our marriage had become very stale and passionless. She no longer made attempt...
Summary: Straight married man is turned by younger black colleague. Note 1: This is a Nude Day 2016 Contest story. Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story. Learning my Love for Black Cock As I bob hungrily on Tyler's cock in MY office, during MY prep, I can't help but reminisce about the strange circumstances that led me to be...
BDSM clubs are absolutely not for everybody, not even people who like BDSM. It takes something that is usually private and brings it right out in the open. The club that I have been a member of for four years allows everything short of fucking in the main hub, the giant area that most people hang out in. Every time I walk in I'm usually greeted with the soun...