*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No. I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck. Ju...
I want to thank all those who sent me feedback on my first story. This story will include 2 of the characters from the first, but the premise is not the same. First, the story will be told in 3rd person, not in the 1st person as in my first story. The plot will be different as well. In fact, I have decided to go in a direction I have never gone in my writing...
I woke up the next morning to noise coming from the next room. I sat up groggily and rubbed my head. I stood up and stretched, my back popping as I did. I walked over to the next room and was greeted with a beautiful sight. Anthony was bent over looking for something in a cabinet. The way he was bent over made his thick thighs show all the power that they h...
Along with my twin sister Carol, I'd been 'farmed out' to stay with my Aunt Sarah during the summer holidays. It wasn't anybody's fault, it was just that my grandfather was terminally ill and our parents had gone to look after him for his last few weeks just as the university year ended. It was one of those things and my sadness for grandpa overruled any com...
I trudged down the snowy trail and saw her waiting for me. My pride and joy stood before me, beckoning me towards it with its' seductive air of elegance as well as grace. She was a sleek black Enzo Ferrari and she was simply beautiful. She had a 12 cylinder mid-engine berlinetta and was built using Formula One technology, such as carbon-fibre body, F1-style...
I drove home exhausted and exhilarated. After Robert's maiden voyage into my ass, his extreme violation of my body, his brutal thrusting and grunting, I could barely walk—or talk. Robert didn't appear to be in a garrulous mood after unleashing his seed and fury, and I was too shell-shocked for any post attack conversation, so I simply dressed and exited. I t...
After Richard left the bar I went back to work. It wasn't easy. I was trembling with fear and resentment; my mind consumed with figuring out my options. It was clear to me that I'd been set up; the wine, the grass, and of course, the mirrors. The mirrors had to be two-way glass with cameras behind them. I remembered kneeling before a mirror, staring at mysel...
I never dreamed I'd experience sex with my own father. Never. But it happened when I was twenty-two and he was forty-seven. My parents were on vacation in Montana when they were involved in an automobile accident on the Interstate. A car in the lane opposite theirs sideswiped another car causing the two cars to spin and turn over. An eighteen wheeler transfe...
Brian "Beef" Carroway thinks he's gay. No, he knows he is. He's gruff, buff, and overcompensating for his big size and soft heart. Brian's the badass bouncer at Mosh rock club where Cajun singer Jack Cotille moonlights for the month of December. With a voice like sin, Jack is walking, talking, sexy temptation in the flesh. He's also fly-by-night, possibly h...
The following is a tale of actual events which occurred 30 years ago. I hope that the factual nature of my story is adequate compensation for any elements of the tale which may be absent or unsatisfactory. Whilst these events are among the most vivid and memorable of my life, the passage of time inevitably alters the reliability of our recall, especially whe...