Dear reader: welcome. I wish to note here up front that this piece is "novella" in length. It's not broken up conveniently into numbered masturbatory installments. If you are after that, there is plenty of good material to be found, but this one doesn't really fit that bill. That being said, there are numerous sexual encounters in this piece, all among conse...
USS Surefoot, Deck 4, Sickbay Recovery Room, Stardate 36448.68: Captain Hrelle lay face down on the biobed, resting his muzzle on his crossed arms, a teal-coloured cloth draped over his rear end; a small opening in the cloth allowed a thick, furless, half-metre-long appendage to rise up and sway like a Rigelian cobra. His fingers, encased in dermal sheaths,...
Our first sexual experiences were with each other when we were both eighteen. Today that would be unusual but in those days censorship was strict, the Internet didn't exist and DVDs hadn't been invented. I owned a small and very rickety old Ford car and I'd park it around the corner from where she lived and we would climb into the back seat. The first time...
Cin's Story Cin was born in the living room of a tenant farmhouse in a small mid-western community. Being born at home was fairly common back in mid 1930's. It was more common if you lived in a small community, and even more common if your home was some distance away from a major city hospital. Her father farmed. Her early years were spent on that farm and...
This story is fictitious. It is totally a creation of my crazy mind. Therefore, any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, or fucktards is strictly coincidental. Although blackmail is used to 'convince' the ladies to engage in sexual activities, I chose not to put this tale in the 'NonConsent/Reluctance' category because none of them are all...
Hi folks, another week, another tale of love gone wrong. I'm still shocked that I got away with naming the hero of last week's story Daniel Boone and no one caught it. As A warning I have to tell you that this one includes some violence. But in the end it's only a story. Only imaginary people were injured during the story and even they got back up and went h...
London must be the most miserable place on God's Earth on a wet day in January. There were five of us in the Library of The Exiles Club that afternoon. The New Year of 1887 was but a few days old and I had I come to Town from my customary refuge in Cheltenham to meet with my broker and take care of one or two other small items of business. After thirty years...
Chapter 1: Poker on Christmas Day Beth set the beer down in front of her husband, David with a hard thud. She was really pissed off at him. She was pissed, that it was Christmas and her best present had been some sexy new lingerie, which she hated because it objectified women. She had reluctantly agreed to try it on for him tonight and here he was ignoring...
--- Saturday --- What a run of events! This shoulda been a simple workshop for a sales team. However, it had turned into a totally different thingie. Actually, I had never experienced a more strenuous day. Worse than the stress, however, had been running into my fellow college alumni, aka my classmates from hell, 'cause they had found out about my new caree...
Thank you all for the votes and encouragement, as well as the praise and insight that I've received over the past year or so. You've shown me how it feels to be truly appreciated, and for that, I will cherish you all forever... MoogPlayer This fictional story is loosely based on true events. However, the times, names, dates, and places have all been chang...