WC 104: Angie's Outdoor Antics End In the opinion of Angie Eveready, she might be in the Garden of Eden, except that ancient arcadia lacked a heated swimming pool. In reality, she was in the backyard of her half-Greek, half-Italian chiropractor, Dr. Ari A. Fresca, but that was close enough for her. She lay stretched out on a towel, nude and glistening with...
This story is based on the fictional character of Little Red Riding Hood when she is a grown up woman over the age of 20 years. All characters or creatures in this story are based on humans. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In a land far, far away lived Red Riding Hood. She had matured into a woman with the most sensual flowing red hair, the cape...
At sixty-nine, I had reached the age where my health was inevitably going downhill. By most standards I was pretty healthy - I could still cycle fifty plus miles in a day without problems though running was a problem because of a knee injury eight years earlier. After Liz, my partner of over forty years and wife of over thirty died, I moved to somewhere I co...
Amy checked the cuffs on Sam's wrists to make sure that they were tightly secured to metal rings that were bolted to the floor in their playroom, then she inspected the cuffs on his ankles. Smiling she grabbed the cage that held his cock and playfully shook it back and forth. "Remember last week when I let you out of your cage for a whole day? Do you?" "...
NOTE: This text might be better enjoyed if you have an understanding of Brahminical liturgy, Hindu texts and classical Sanskrit literature. However, this is not mandatory as long as you can make the connect between the contradictions in the two narratives. I have added references in the footnotes to guide you. ***** The morning sun is still a balmy orange....
This is a non-erotic story marking the passage of time. It contains no sex, no people. Please do not read if that is what you seek. If you enjoy this very short passage, please vote. The vermillion sun clings tenuously to the day slinking slowly behind the distant mountains silhouetted in the gathering gloom. Once shafts of golden sunlight sparkled off the...
The moon? Where is it? Will it ever return? Or did this little fairy make it angry? She just cannot seem to focus without the moon gazing down on her. Oh well, maybe she will make an attempt to find the moon again... when it is full and bright. Though, hopefully the full moon would not trigger a nasty bite. She was out on a rock one night, rod in hand as s...
Author's note: Hi, this is my first story in CHYOA. I wrote this story mostly because I'm bored. My story is about a fantasy role reversal erotica. It has non-consensual sex and politically incorrect way of thinking. If this is not the type of fiction you like, please do us all a favor and stop here. If you can understand that this is just a fantasy to be e...
She had just turned on the shower and was standing under the stream when she saw him coming out her back door, standing on the porch looking at her. The shower had been built by her dad years ago, out in the yard, so he could wash down after a hard day in the field. She loved the faded gray redwood sides, but right now wished the end of it wasn't open to the...
As a child, my favorite season was summer. I remember being young, perhaps six or seven, and my grandmother, my brother, my sisters and I would go to an orchard several miles away to pick peaches. We could have bought them at the supermarket, but store bought peaches were never as good as fresh ones. Picking peaches was yearly ritual until I was in my earl...