The doorbell rang. Being mid morning, Becky assumed that it was probably salesmen or missionaries. Being home alone for the first time in what seemed like years, she was lounging on the couch in her pajamas reading a book. "They'll go away soon enough," she thought to herself. She sipped on her orange juice and went back to her book. Becky was a stay at h...
One Late night while studying in the library. Jack wandered around in the basement where all the bookshelves that slid together were. He slid some together so that no one would bother him. It was finals week and he knew no one would be in his section seeing how it was already close to midnight. It was Saturday and most of his friends from the music departmen...
Another lousy day at work goes by, and James Henderson is not in a good mood. He hasn't been promoted since he started, since his bitchy, overweight boss Mrs Cranston hates his guts, and even worse, he's thirty years old and hasn't had a good lay in months. He can't even concentrate on his work anymore he's so horny. If only he didn't have that bizarre ne...
I love the library. Not because of my love for books, but because of the overall feel of the place. Everyone walks into the library thirsty for knowledge and experiences and hungry for life and wisdom. They want to gain something from that visit, even if it's reading about another person experiencing. It's silent but you can almost hear everyone's gears wo...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed this mutually agreed upon deal on the purple futon in my studio apartment in downtown Emerald City, Mecca for coffee aficionados, a city of silvered skyscrapers, steep, frequently rain slicked streets and great, lumbering ferries plying the nearby sound. The new futon, my...
My story actually begins with a ballet teacher named Ms. Mixon. I was never interested in ballet, however my mother insisted that I learn, so she sent me to classes for six years. My mother hoped that; if she forced me to go; eventually I would learn to love the ballet. It was a bold plan, but one that failed. After six years of stretching, foot positions,...
Sorry it took so long for the sequel. Thanks for all the favorites and comments. Themes of tentacle sex, alien impregnation and alien offspring/mother incest. ***** The moonless night was illuminated by the city's buildings and skyscrapers which stood out against the surrounding darkness. But within the bright lights of the city, a tremendous, dark shadow...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity - 34 A monkey wrench in the works Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality...
Senya stared across at the two blonde women, who had joined one another on the couch closest to the kitchen area. They smiled at him, pursing their lips and blowing him kisses. They were Thriae. Thriae were, as Senya understood it, wasp-themed fey women that produced a dangerous substance simply called "honey" (he'd often wondered why they weren't more bee-...
(Continued from Part 1) My girlfriend, Carol, and I made love to each other about 2 times per week. She was also getting fucked on a regular basis by her jock fuck buddies. I never asked how many guys she was hooking up with on the side, but, I guessed it was at least five, because there were five jocks that she tutored on a daily basis. She put on skimpy c...