Notes & Disclaimers: This story is set in a land far, far away where unsafe sex has no consequences; a land where HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis, and other STDs don’t exist. PLEASE DON’T TRY THIS AT HOME! It is fiction...it is FANTASY! This story is a work of FICTION! None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was p...
"Anna you won. What is my next challenge?" Weronika wrote to Anna in the group chat after her attempt at satisfying Marek - the pizza delivery guy - needs. Anna thought only for a second before replaying, "I think you need some rest, but I will expect you to try my next challenge soon". Couple days have passed, and then Anna's phone buzzed with a new messa...
FROM THE JOURNAL OF JESSICA WOODRUE: My name is Jessica Woodrue, daughter of disgraced brain surgeon, Doctor Jason Woodrue. I write this journal as a testament to his both his research and mine. My father worked on a project his was insanely passionate about - Project Gilgamesh. The goal of his research was simple: create the ultimate super-soldier. He und...
I'd been lucky enough to have a great relationship with Reid for nearly four years. He was a few years older than me, and about as fine as any ten men had a right to be. His short hair was a dark, sable brown, his eyes were blue, the color of the sky at twilight, and fringed with dark lashes. He was well-muscled but with a good layer of flesh overall. He wor...
(Note:The following essay was meant as a curiosity, or even a joke. Certainly, I've yet to come across anything comparable that's been written. The reader should be forewarned that there is nothing the least bit erotic below, aside from the excerpts from "Friday Night"; if anything, in fact, these pages are likely to lessen your enjoyment of erotic stories....
I put on my sandals and went out on the porch and lit another smoke. Not sure how long I sat there doing nothing but it finally hit me that I was an idiot. To ever think it would have worked out. To ever let myself believe for even a moment that in real life, not some fantasy, that a woman would want to stay with me. Get your head out of your ass fool. Th...
James was his name. Not Jim or Jimmy, Just James. To friends, enemies, lovers, haters: "James." He could have been a quarterback, at 6'3" with powerful muscles and eagle sharp eyes. He could have been a sailor, as his face showed a deep tan, and crinkles about his eyes. He could have been a lot of things, but he was only one: a spy. Not a "Bond, James Bon...
Each day the bus passed by that used car dealership, and each day I ogled the red 1994 RX7 in the lot. I had owned my own car as a teenager, a gift from my grandparents when I turned 16, but I sold it when I went away to college, and now, in my twenties, all of my money went towards paying off student loans and rent on my great apartment. I was happy with th...
The past few months had wound together in a blur of new experiences. At five foot, 115 pounds my lovely wife had become somewhat insatiable. She could now barely keep herself covered. I would get home from work to find myself under sexual attack. If she managed to stay dressed through dinner it was unusual. Believe me I didn't mind. She has an ass that turns...
So there I was, my stockinged legs resting on his shoulders as he pumped me relentlessly with his thick hard cock. My panties were long gone, allowing my boy clit to slap rhythmically against my stomach. The suspender straps were still just about attached to my garter belt and my bra clung to my D size breast forms. And I was in complete heaven. — I suppos...