Chapter 1 - Asheville The foggy town of Asheville was met with a pleasant sunrise this morning. However, a glance at the opposing horizon revealed a growing mass of dark clouds that looked almost ready to burst. In an hour or two it would eclipse the whole town and greet them with a cold shower. Nevertheless, storefronts slowly opened, citizens poured out o...
There were different 'suites' in the Ironwood Mansion, specially designed to my specifications, for enacting my various sexual fantasies in. I was presently on my way to the 'Secretarial Suite' to meet one Candy Apple, a new tryout to become part of my harem of girls. I hadn't seen her yet, but Duke, one of my best Girl Recruiters, had told me she was a knoc...
This is a story which I wrote some time ago and have posted elsewhere online. If you've already come across it, I crave your indulgence. However if you've not come across it before, I hope very much that you'll enjoy it. Please be aware though that if you don't like stories involving adult toilet desperation/accidents this won't be for you. * A thin wh...
My name is Lazarus Brown. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I attend Brockton University. I am majoring in criminal justice and someday, I'm going to be a Brockton City policeman. Until then, I'm enjoying all the sexy and mean things a sexy young man with money and loose morals can do. Just so yo...
Alone again, with my smell around us now, Red took me in his arms and we kissed as the glass elevator shot up. "Mmmmmmm, I'm liking your fuckin' ass scent more and more, I love this," his fingers danced around my twat under my hem. I let out a very loud juicy sound, the intoxicating odor followed. His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply, licking my nose. He...
An Adventure of Silky So I said to myself, 'what is it that gets those guys so hot for my tiny little asshole?' I can reach down and stick my finger in it, and that's not unpleasant, but not near as much fun as buttering my muffin. So I decided to investigate. I am very through in my homework. Asking men was useless; all they did was tent up and tell me it...
"Good morning bitches." This phrase, quickly followed by a hard slap to Lita's face and a rough pinch to Trish's nipple caused the WWF divas to slowly blink their eyes open to see a naked Torrie and Stacy kneeling over them with menacing smiles on their faces. "You sluts are awake, finally." Stacy said. "Yeah, we called you at least twice. We must have re...
So much to catch you up on during this long two plus year hiatus. Rachel surprised me. She has fully embraced anal sex and taken the lead in exploring new avenues of enjoyment. How's that you might ask? Read on my very soon to be titillated reader. We are kinky. Hopefully we have not delved too far into kinkiness for your tastes. You've been warned. Rachel...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
Prior to meeting Stephen Aumont, Helene Tremblay would have never entertained the idea of dating a black man. Most of the ones she knew at Algonquin College liked to act like thugs, thinking such behavior impresses women, and she didn't like that at all. Helene's reservations about dating the young black men that she saw at her school were well-founded. Of c...