Alice was neither tall nor short. She was neither beautiful nor plain. When at age twenty she married George, she was wide hipped, with full soft breasts, generous mouth, upturned nose, and bright shining blue eyes. She was also three months pregnant to George. It was no shotgun wedding. Alice had told George that she did not want him to marry her if he did...
Every woman has a secret-every last one of us. Whether it be the fact that you're a lesbian, you love another man, you had an abortion; you have a secret that you're hiding. My secret is not as simple as the ones I've listed, it's complicated. In fact, I doubt you'd even believe me if I were to tell you, so maybe I won't, but the way this story goes eventual...
"Just a few more minutes and maybe I can get there," Kat muttered to herself. But tonight would be like the previous two nights. She had Bert flat on his back on the Fort Stockton, Texas, motel bed, and she was riding his cock as he just lay there. Light filtering in through the inadequate curtains from the headlights of passing cars sent the silhouette of h...
All characters are fictional, except me, everyone in the story is over 21. My stories will involve, male/male sex, cross-dressing, and bad language, so if this offends you please don't bother reading. I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror, carefully applying finishing touches to my pink lipstick, I'm ready. I walk downstairs to fix myself a drink, exu...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Columbia Pictures. It is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. All characters i...
It was noun, say around 12 near the centre of Athens. Grey clouds covered the usually sunny sky and the softly blowing hot wind revealed the dirt of the unclean city streets. A young man, near 30, tall and thin, with dark piercing eyes, a rough unshaven face and black long heavy metal hair could be seen walking in the distance. Adonis the name he used to c...
We were staying at the Hilton near Tysons Corner, loving a three day weekend away from the kids and celebrating nothing more specific than being able to act like young lovers again. I love that we have an energetic and open, perchance experimentally inclined sex life – nothing too far out there, just a willingness to explore the kinky side of sexual openness...
Dave and Susan sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. I love you. Dave watched Susan sitting there as if he had pulled her plug or pulled out her batteries. Emotionless, she was comatose. When most women would love to hear that, he say the wrong thing by telling her that he loved her. Happy one minute and sad the next, he wondered if she was a manic depressive. W...
Part 13 I regained consciousness slowly, as if I were swimming upward through thick molasses, searching for the light. Anna was still crouched above me, her head pillowed on my chest. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and come wherever our skins made contact. The head of my soft cock was still stubbornly lodged within her, but slid out when she straightened...
Authors Note: Firestorm is the sequel to Bad Weather but can be read as a stand alone. There are many people I have to thank for their brilliant in put. Jazcullen, a brilliant writer but better friend. Mokkelke, Lostchicken and Don for their feedback and lastly my editor for this story Jillieb, her talent is the reason this story is worth reading. Black Man...