Location: Pacific, 300 kilometres past Easter Island, heading due west, passing sea mount communities. Condition: Normal Ships time: 18.30hrs zulu time Funny how Lucas always manages to be in the gym the same time as me, Lieutenant Hitchcock mused as she sweated on the nautilus machine. Lucas was hunche...
This is the follow up to Silent Night, Hot Night. To the few who expressed interest in the next chapter, I apologize for it taking so long. I'm not a very quick writer. Special thanks to Whordinarygirl for editing the story and her helpful suggestions. ***** New Year's Day had come and gone. The excitement of the holidays had faded with not much on the...
The following is a work of erotic science fiction. None of the characters are real. MF, MM, fantasy, slow, rom, size, gr, toy, md, fd * Ok, I'll confess. I always wanted a huge cock. I'm about normal (6 inches), but nothing extraordinary. What did I want? 12. I've always fantasized about being too big to fit in a cunt easily, and bottom out before she reac...
AT THE BEGINNING: My wife recently completed training a sex surrogate. She works three nights each month and one Saturday each month. She alternates between two sex therapists' offices. Because I enjoy her dating other guys, I'm persistently hearing the stories from her sessions. She became interested in that profession upon spotting a small ad in a loc...
HARPER Nathan's voice was breath rushing over my collarbone. "Eventually, I'm going to have you, whether you like it or not. So... you'd best think about liking it." He punctuated that last word with a crisp spank on my bottom, and then strode towards the door of my office. Creak. There went the handle in his palm. It opened, he stepped out, and in that...
He'd walked three days on, and chose to stop at this plantation not for its occupants — he didn't know them anyway — but because it'd been left intact. The pillars that pretended to hold it up were white as ivory, the garden out front well-tended and colorful. A man could get work at a place this manicured. He only had a sack of clothes, and he had to put it...
Wednesdays were everyone's favourite day, including mine. It gave me a chance to show off all the sexy underwear I had bought to wear for my ex that I never got to wear anymore. Sometimes I'd go for lacy, sometimes I'd go for skimpy and sometimes I'd go for crotchless lingerie (which happened to be very popular with my co-workers). David had called a whole...
So this is my newest story. I know I've been sporadic in my submissions, but you know how life can be sometimes. I will return to The Punchline, but I think I may rewrite the whole thing, as, reading over it, I felt it was very rushed and, while decent, was definitely not my best work. And I'm a writer for fuck's sake, so I should be rewriting shit cause I'm...
This is a BTB story. If you don't care for that genre I certainly don't blame you. I don't condone any of the despicable behavior in this story. I just write what the voices in my head tell me to write. The story takes place on five days. In order they are: Today - 56 days ago - 47 days ago - 45 days ago - Yesterday. The female of the species is more deadly...
She was there again. I had seen her the previous year, and occasionally in the office. As usual, her long brown hair was slightly unkempt and she was wearing a dark sweatshirt, dark pants and dark trainers. Her face had that slightly shut in look of someone who doesn't want to be noticed. Indeed she was curled up on a chair in the corner of the room. I wante...