This tale is based upon the characters created by robert12 in his story, Reflections: The Introduction; it is present with that author's permission and input. "Buzz" designates the start of the story and also summons the elevator, while "Ding" indicates the elevator has arrived at its destination and the story's end. Well dear reader, it is so good to have...
The City-State of Kahn (Slums) The door of the small shack opened and in walked Hector. His small dwelling was in a forgotten corner of the slums where he could sleep in peace. The shack was just a single room, with a chest in the corner, a fire pit with a pot hanging over and a hammock for rest. Latching the bar closed he took off his cloak and tool bag se...
He watched her fall asleep under his fingertips, a slight dew of sweat still visible on her back and flanks. Despite the fact that he'd spent himself thoroughly inside her, had fucked her with abandon, he was already beginning to feel his groin begin to stir. But it wouldn't do to race to another bout of lovemaking. They had all weekend, with literally nothi...
I really wasn't into projects. Long before in my various encounters with members of the opposite sex I'd come to the conclusion that there were two types of girls I could meet while I was at college. Ones who I could tell would wind up sharing my pillows that evening and those who wouldn't. I was always focused on the first group. My attitude was that I was...
I had made a trip to Nashville, Tennessee to see some old Investment friends. The meetings were over & I had retreated to the hotel after dinner with those friends. I didn't want to go to the lonely hotel room so I ventured down to the bar and found a small table toward the back and ordered my favorite scotch. About ten minutes had passed and I was lucky I...
To kick things off, I'll explain a little about me first then get straight in to what occurred on the night in question. My name is Szabyna, but everyone calls me Sabi. In fact everyone calls me Sabi the slut. A name I am very proud to bear as I know I certainly earned it. I'm of Polish descent with a slight accent, that most men find very sexy. Top that o...
This story was written in conjunction with another writer called Chris otherwise known as 'Party.' This is our first collaboration. Enjoy and please leave some comments. ------- The last thing that Erin wanted to do was to go to the gym for the third time that week. Sure, her English husband Steve had purchased her a three month personal training package...
Gestalt 00.2: Angel Trumpet Flower~ the ghost of Thursday's past It's about quarter-to-five in the morning. I can tell 'cause that's the time the garbage truck always comes by making that fucking godawful racket that wakes me up just like this every fucking Thursday morning. Usually I endure this by silently fuming while practicing my gratitude meditati...
Author's note: This story isn't about cuckolding per se, but it is something that set me on that path. There's not a lot of sex in this story, despite how long it is. I suspect you'll only find this story sexy if you appreciate the twisted erotic nature of cuckolding and cheating. ***** Synopsis: My girlfriend and I go to separate universities. She meets a...
Despite having less income than others in town, the residents of Fairweather Park were a close-knit group, almost like family. On the day Trixie-Lynn Amber turned 18, they threw the biggest party anyone in Fairweather had seen in a while. 'A while' as in last week, when Hope Kane had her eighteenth birthday party. We'll get to that when the detail is releva...