Readers, be advised that there are no happy, willing cucks in this story (I can't stand that crap!). There's also no graphic sex in this one. I am not, nor have I ever been a lawyer, so please don't go into this expecting true-to-life courtroom drama! For anyone who's interested in the idea behind this story, please read the Author's Note at the end. Now, if...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
NOTE: This is a 23K+ word story that doesn't start heating up until halfway through. I respect the value of a quick stroke story, which is why I'm warning you to keep looking if that's what you're after. If you're down for a long read with a hot payoff, though, then pour yourself a glass of your favorite little something-something and pull up a seat. This s...
Copyright 2016 "Oh, my, my. Mr. McCoy, she's back again." "Huh, what's that Louella? Who's back? What are you going on about?" "It's poor Miss Johnson. She's walking back and forth in front of the bus station and she's carrying that suitcase again. Oh dear me, the poor thing." Mr. McCoy put down the merchandise he was marking with the price gun then walk...
My flushed face was buried in the pillow and I felt his warm hands rest on my bottom. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me Alex," said Steve. I did so. The reason I was on my hands and knees on a hotel bed exposing myself to a colleague from work was a really strange story that no one is ever going to believe. My name is Alexa and I'm a 27 year old m...
I decided to put this in its correct category. Chapter 1 At the age of nearly 30 I would have preferred not to bring a stranger into my house to live on a semi-permanent basis but unfortunately it was a case of 'needs must'. My ex-girlfriend (I would like to point out that she was not 'ex' at the time that we did the deed as that would have been too stupi...
Hi! My name is Mollie and I'd like to tell you all about the Halloween party at my brother Jake's house. Wait... Let me back up a step or two. Picture a gorgeous 19 year old with huge 36D melons and a perfect bubbly ass and gorgeous green eyes and the whitest blonde hair that naturally curls all the way down to the top of my butt. At least, that was what...
I had gotten into trouble with a school bully; a mean cuss who had beaten me and nearly raped me during my last day at high school. This bully, Jake, and his friends had made my last year of school miserable, always taunting me and calling me names like 'fag', 'sissy' and worse. That last day at school I was in the restroom when he came in with a buddy of hi...
First of all, let me preface this autobiographical tale by clearly stating that this is not a story about necrophilia. I think we should get that out of the way, since the object of my affection is very much alive. He's a vibrant, strong and handsome devil called Jack, with light brown hair that curls a bit around his ears when it grows too long, clear g...
This is a lockdown story, but not necessarily the lockdown we are experiencing at the moment. It is merely the vehicle for the story. In it, a naïve and inexperienced eighteen-year-old boy and an older woman with an interesting past find themselves isolated together. They are a long way from civilisation and things inevitably happen. All those participatin...