It is a warm morning in July and Phyllis is lying on her bed, propped up with three pillows behind her shoulders. She is beginning to please herself. Her right hand is between her labia and moving rhythmically to create the sensations she desired so very much. The pressure and the rhythm I perfect because she's perfected it: over many years, and now she know...
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. Everyone in this story is of legal age, whoever you are, where ever you are. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would b...
So now we see whether or not I can write smaller, stand-alone episodes for Tommy. Feedback is always so important, so remember to comment or send me direct feedback, no matter how long the gap is between me posting the story and you reading it. Getting feedback often draws me into writing a bit more on one of these stories, so if you like it, make your con...
Chapter Three The week rolled on, and at each lunch time, Iris left her desk at twelve o'clock and skipped off to her lunch - almost as though she was going to meet someone. James found himself wondering where she went off to, and who she met - because it was obvious to him that she was meeting someone. Had seen how her phone beeped at her, at bang on quar...
The names and characters are purely fiction. Any similarities to actual persons are strictly coincidental. The Feinbergs and the Summers had been neighbors for a dozen years. The Feinbergs had moved north from Savannah because of Mr. Feinberg's job. The Summers were a few years older, and the youngest of their two sons, Jeff, was five years older than the F...
She was roaming the half-priced book store with a basket in her elbow. We had been venturing to this store more often, as the library was a bit of a distance and we usually only went if we wanted to make a day out of it. It didn't matter much to her; a room full of books was a room that kept her happy. I wasn't exactly sure why she loved the beaten up, cheap...
I was raised as a Catholic and when I was younger, I use to be very staid about sex. I lost my virginity fairly late (23), and really thought sex was the missionary position with the lights off. Things move in mysterious ways and we embark on many journeys in our life, not always knowing where the endpoint is. Although my journey of sexual pleasure started a...
This is a follow on from "The Party Needs A Stripper". These stories are fiction! I'm not going to worry about safe sex, real life -- or about those people who don't like this sort of story (although it is mildly interesting that such people still read this type of story!). The first story is one where my wife agreed to be the stripper at the retirement pa...
Prologue: The year was 2151. The era of dazzling technological breakthroughs that had catapulted mankind into an unimaginable life of prosperity had come to an end. The insatiable need for more and more of mother Earth's finite resources presented the backdrop from which conflict grew amongst the world's great powers to an unprecedented scale. World leaders...
DISCLAIMER: This is included in the novel/novella category because of length. It is a mother/son incest story. There are also instances of abuse (two of them, which are not the focus of the story). As far as heat level, this story is quite tame, and if you are look for page after page of screaming sex, you might want to look elsewhere. If you want a STORY, p...