On Friday night, Camilla and Candice went out to a club called 'NRG' to dance. Both girls were wearing cleavage-revealing dresses that went down just a few inches below their crotches; they were hoping to find a man both of them thought would be appealing enough to share as a lover in a threesome. Their compromise would have been a man in his late thirties:...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
LXX Ivory Towers Gabrielle 2040 There was a demonstration going on in Oxford's city centre. Normally, Gabrielle wouldn't be worried by something like that, but the taxi she was in would have to pass through it and she was concerned for the safety of Ajit, her Chief Farm Manager. Would they notice that he was Pakistani? "Relax," said Ghazi who was also ac...
LXIIISinners, Poor and WretchedSir Norman2079 There was so much to adjust to now he'd returned to England. The list was long and mostly rather distressing. For a start, this wasn't the same country as the one he'd escaped from just over a year before. At that time it had been a Kingdom. Now there was no longer even a Royal Family. He was now a citizen of th...
Stacy and I had been married for eight years most of which had been quite fulfilling and mutual satisfying. It was a second marriage for the both of us. We are both in our forties. Stacy was forty-one ( she didn't look a day over thirty-five ) and next year I would turn fifty. Over the past year I noticed that things in the bedroom had become a little rout...
My name is Laurel Katherine Henderson. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sturdy and very voluptuous Englishwoman living in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been in the United States of America ever since I was nineteen years old. I recently earned my Master's degree in Business Administration from Boston College at the age of twent...
Marcia Brown comes home from work. She's been working all day at the Cheesecake Factory and now she wants some rest and maybe a bit of excitement. She almost got fired today for getting into a long argument with Sarah, the skinny white woman who runs the place where she works. Marcia is a loudmouth who often snaps at customers when she gets stressed out. Als...
I fantasize sometimes. I have this one sex fantasy... You see, I was bored & horny one night, and searched a sex toy site. Not a too uncommon pastime for me. I have a decent collection of toys to enjoy. A couple dildos & vibrators of course, but also ben-wa balls to wear on days I'm unbearably aroused, but have to work. A beginner's bondage set, for a litt...
I am constantly receiving feedback from people wanting to know why I ended a story a certain way and then asking me if would mind if they wrote an ending for the story. This has happened so many times that I've decided to hold The Just Plain Bob Annual Invitational I will submit a story and then those readers who so desire can write and submit their own en...
Sometimes, I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life's problems, you know? I was walking around the fields, being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall, heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia, circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was once a student at the University of Georgia. I playe...