This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an Internet pay site, without compensation for me --- the writer. _________________________________________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own im...
My name is Emma Knocks, but you can call me Noxxie. At least, that's what the sign on my door says. Noxxie is what most of my clients call me. But they're not compelled to. Some of them call me a whore or a slut. Some call me a toilet, a urinal, a trash can or dustbin, a Zender or a Vaginbond. It doesn't matter to me. I'm Noxxie to me, and I'm the wildest o...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, places, events, etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Featuring: Sop...
Pamela Barnes let the robe drop to the floor and smiled when her husband whistled. "You like?" she asked, twirling around for him. Pamela was wearing a baby doll teddy. It was light green and looked good on her with her long red hair. The bra squeezed her large bosom together giving her very impressive cleavage and it was sheer enough her pink nipples were v...
After Bobby and Melissa's first night together, the three of us kept hanging out as before. The only difference was that they were much more affectionate with each other. Usually, they'd end up fucking. Sometimes I'd watch them, sometimes I'd watch the kids in another room until Mommy came out walking a little unsteadily. Melissa and I made love almost ever...
I parked the minivan in the last row of an army of pickup trucks outside "Scooter's Saloon". I like the minivan for surveillance because it doesn't attract much attention, but here, in this sea of symbols of raging masculinity, I felt a little effeminate; one big four-by-four dually in the next row even had a large, plastic scrotum complete with testicles ha...
I guess I should have expected that it wouldn't go well. I mean who was I kidding? Even I couldn't believe the way that things turned out. But God damn it this was supposed to be a wedding. It should have been a happy and somber occasion, not a fucking bar brawl. Okay, I can sense your confusion, so let me back up just a bit. My name is Dalton Jones. I'm r...
copyright by Joesephus * Several authors are coming out with stories based on the song, "This Bed Of Rose's." There are two main versions of this song, one by Tanya Tucker with the main character (other than Rose) being a young girl and a version by The Statler Brothers with the main character a young man. Having a choice of male or female for the main cha...
Six years ago... As of this particular moment, the single general thought flowing throughout the house was relief. The interrogation would surely come later, but right now everybody was just happy Anthony was home. Everyone had been beside themselves with worry; he was supposed to have returned from his camping trip five days ago. But the worry was over now...
"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...