This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 1 -- A Storm is brewing. Vernon shivers in the cold air of the shack and places another log on the fire. The storm o...
Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Dinner that night was pretty simple. Bill grilled some chicken. I was kept naked the whole time and I was getting used to the free feeling of staying this way. I kept thinking about what the next day had in store for me. I knew Jeff would probably join, so counting Bill that brought the number of m...
Hello my lovely readers! I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you have a Happy Thanksgiving! Please vote, share, comment, favorite... basically anything :) Also, if you would like updates about when I'll be posting the next chapter please feel free to leave your email when submitting feedback and I will get back to you ASAP! -Much Love, XXX ***** Aiden...
Hello My Beautiful Readers! This will be the final chapter of my little story, but don't you worry. I will be writing a little epilogue for our favorite couple that takes place seven years into the future. I sincerely hope everyone enjoyed "The Slave and His Master" as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please let me know in the comments if you would like me to...
"That suit makes u a horny little lad, doesn't it?" It was another text from Mr Matthews. Thomas was out at a bar with his co-workers, and he'd just sent Mr Matthews a picture of what he was wearing: a fine navy pinstripe three piece suit with a bright pink and blue striped tie and a lavish pocket square spilling out of his breast pocket. So Thomas texted...
"Jesus H. Christ, boy," scolded The Preacher, "...you act like you ain't never had a mouthful of jizz before!" I wanted to say I never had a mouthful of jizz that tasted this bad...but I stayed quiet...my dad taught me when I was very young to "...always respect a clergyman, son." Why?" I asked him. "Sinners like you and me need all the help we can get wi...
Dear Readers, I am very sorry for removing my story, An Ancient Art without warning, and for my long absence from the site. I removed it to try and get it published, but have been busy working on other projects and my boring every day job. Thank you for your emails, comments and support. They have encouraged me to submit stories to publishers, three of wh...
His name is Bobby, an 18 year old from Iowa who hasn't had much experience in the ways of the world. Between the small town wholesomeness and very protective parents he's led a truly sheltered life. One weekend he was given permission to visit his cousin who lives 300 miles away in the big city, Chicago. It's too short a trip to fly and Mom needs the car for...
Adam lived in a respectable suburban avenue, quiet but for the kids playing football in the street. His mum was downstairs, banging away in the kitchen and his dad was talking football outside with the neighbor. He peered out as they both gesticulated about the last game, Mr. Mitchell from two doors down. After his taxi experience, and to be honest a few m...