I couldn't believe the brochure I was holding. I still thought that my girlfriend was playing some kind of joke on me. But this brochure looked too legit to be something she whipped up on the computer, and her mother wasn't the kind of person to go along with practical jokes. "An erotic cruise?" I gaped as I shuffled through the large brochure. The cruise s...
The Players Introduced The house, such as it remains, is now quite far from the reach of any but the most determined. Those who made it their home are now dispersed throughout the world. Should you meet them, in bars or restaurants, or even walking down the streets of their new suburban climes, they will invariably deny the events I am about to relate. You m...
This was probably my very first attempt at writing adult fiction and was more of an effort at exploring my own fantasies and thus work out what drove me than any serious effort to entertain others. Reading it now, it seems simpler and more direct than my later work and may be better or worse for that. I will leave it to you the gentle reader to decide... *...
All characters are 18 and above. *** In the distance, there stood a young woman near a hill. There was nothing particularly abnormal about her. She simply stood there and minded her own business while admiring the scenery. Trees and jade hills could be seen on sides. It was both a gardener's an arborist's paradise. Shrubs, orchards, and other plants were s...
Thirty souls did congregate within that empty palace on the outskirts of New York, well, perhaps I should correct myself, twenty-nine souls for I was one among them and the undead have no souls. Ten men as angelic as Lucifer before the fall stood around conversing near the banquet table filled with fresh meats and very poor Cabernet Sauvignon. Blood red wine...
Diana smiled as she saw how lustfully Clark stared at her, the carnal desire burning in his eyes. She kneaded his thick cock as it grew stiffer. She was no stranger to a big cock, Amazonian men typically being rather well endowed. However none of them compared to the colossal specimen in her grasp. His briefs were stretched to the breaking point by his massi...
Author's note: This story contains belly inflation. It is set in the early 1930s. * Outside a certain town in Grosseputain Parish stood May Belle's House. Generations of the local Louisiana menfolk had known this house - under its present ownership, through the long years before that when it had been Marie Louise's House, and back before that in the days w...
They say that whatever you've heard about Brazil, it's all true. Read on and believe... * Senhora Fabiola sat back in her chair and gazed out of the window at the long stretch of Rio's Ipanema beach. 'You know,' she said with satisfaction, 'it is only the rich who can afford to live here. I used to think I was a whore but when I see the girls today and w...
"A people that elect corrupt politicians are not victims [...] but accomplices." ― George Orwell Wonder Woman gave me a handjob, as we drove to the swing club in her Porsche. When an evening begins so propitiously, it tends to be a dynamic decline from there. How does one top an opening like the above? "I woke up today, and the IRS had vanished. Moreover...
Mrs. Jones is a 42-year-old physiotherapist, married to a wealthy lawyer whom she had a son with. She named her son Jimmy and he is currently 19 years old. Despite giving birth at a young age and unlike most moms, Mrs. Jones had a great tendency to improve the look and feel of her body. Many years have gone by and not a single time where her husband, Jared w...