My name is James Marshall. I grew up in Chicago on the south side. A pretty rough part of town full of gangs and violence. To keep me out of all that, my mom insisted I work hard through school. It worked since now at 18 I had been accepted into a special college in San Francisco, the SFC school for gifted writers. I was excited and so was my mom. She said s...
** I had received a comment in the prologue that made me recast the *hero. I found some highly creative videos that the characters and actions are generally based on. The vignette is hopefully interesting. My first story after reading so many here. ***** Quick recap - During a strange morning my old disconnected voicemail machine had a message from my long...
Author's Note: Sexy succubus time again! This chapter is going to build up the relationship between our two lovers even more, and introduce some new characters. All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction, so any resemblances to real places, people, or events are purely coincidental. As always, I hope you enjoy. *** So, it's bee...
Sunday, the day of the musical in which Billie's best friend Marianne sang a solo, was a whirlwind of activity. There was little "time" for Corky to be alone with Billie, or talk to her privately. They had breakfast, went to church, attended the matinee, met Marianne, had a late family meal, and finally Billie's parents drove them back to the city, saving th...
It was a late night at the office. This was becoming a regular habit. I was staring off into the distance as I contemplated the mountain of spreadsheets. All of a sudden my phone vibrated on the desk waking me from my slumber. I checked my phone needing a distraction. It was a message from Jo, an old friend from my home town. It simply said, "Call me. It is...
Author's note: I was in a quandary as to what category to use for this one - apologies in advance if anyone feels misled. ***** In this otherwise dismal start to summer, Dick finally saw a tiny bit of happiness. His 'Aunt Matilda' was due for a visit. She wasn't really his aunt, of course - she only had one living relative, her niece Sara. But his mom, Jea...
Note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Tyler woke as he felt Aunt Peg shift away from him. He had been spooning her with his arm around her and her legs entwined with his. He glanced at the clock that showed 3.45am. He sniffed his aunts hair and smiled quietly as he felt his cock starting to throb. He remembered how Aunt Peg h...
I am a Sales Manager & spend a lot of my time travelling the country (UK); I was due to spend a 4 days at a conference in High Wycombe. This is a journey I could not commute everyday, so it would be best suited to stay close to the venue. My Aunt & Uncle live in Marlow, not far from the venue & if they would put me up for a few nights it would do me a favour...
In general, I hope that every Montauk story can stand alone and complete. This breaks that mold, but should hopefully still be enjoyable to new readers. It's intended as a way to say thank you to the people who have been kind enough to stick with the series. Your reading, comments and emails are appreciated. There shouldn't be too much in here that is head-s...
"Ya know, Pops, you can lean on Jessie a little bit more. Pregnant women aren't made out of glass." Missy swatted my hand lightly to get my attention rather than nudge me in the ribs since she knew I was still very tender and weak. I groaned and kept moving my feet. It's hell being a cripple, even when it isn't forever. The girls were helping me from the va...