Just to make this clear there is absolutely no sex among minors in this story!!!!! * Rich, who's the chick?" I gave my older brother the same look I had given him before we even left the house. Before I could tell him, once again, that he could have left me at home, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and looked to the guy who'd asked the question. "Th...
Our first sexual experiences were with each other when we were both eighteen. Today that would be unusual but in those days censorship was strict, the Internet didn't exist and DVDs hadn't been invented. I owned a small and very rickety old Ford car and I'd park it around the corner from where she lived and we would climb into the back seat. The first time...
Chapter 1: A College Girl Kilee Olenowski stood in front of the dormitory and waved goodbye to her foster mother as she drove away from the school and out of Kilee's life forever. She was a 18-year-old girl, she was just beginning her enrollment at Upper Priam Women's College, and she was completely alone in the world. She had run away from home when she wa...
[Author's Note: I would like to thank all my fans that have written to me over the several years it has taken to complete this novel. Your comments, suggestions and ideas have provided me with some great material. You have my gratitude. This last chapter of "Aunt Phoebe's Masturbatorium" will represent my final excursion into writing erotic literature for a...
I: Brigid and the Patriot's Day Parade "Thbbb! ... Th-thbb!" He licked his lips and tried again on next group of sixteenth notes, pressing against the mouthpiece that felt like a block of ice no matter how much he blew into it. Even through his full-length wool uniform, and the long underwear, he could feel the frigid wind knifing right through him. It...
Pippa's Story. (Part One.) One Fateful Evening… It all began as a bit of a joke really. We'd all been out clubbing in some really raunchy night-spots and were still high on both the atmosphere and the two Love-doves that we'd swallowed a few hours before. As the night wore on and, as morning was quickly rearing its bright and beautiful he...
Author's note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smal...
The door to Sarinia Baelora's quarters slid open and Myrdina burst into the room. "You're leaving?!" she screeched, bristling with anger. "Welcome, dear sister," the eldest daughter of House Baelora said dryly, turning to glance through her bedroom's open door into the lounge. "Please accept my apologies for not inviting you in, I was preoccupied and must h...
An older artist takes a young, inexperienced boy as her muse Chapter 1: Angelfire I suppose I would have crossed paths with Anastacia 'Angelfire' Kempston sooner or later the way things panned out. But seeing her picture in the local newspaper that fateful late spring day seemed to make it all the more special for me. Almost as if fate was taking a hand....
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, folks! Lady Dysprosia back again. Long time no see, but this one’s kinda supersized. What can I say, it’s my thing. We’re going to a weird place with this one, but I promise, it’s chock-full of the elements that make up a good Drummer Boy story. So sit back and relax, then sit up straight and get nervous,...