Mmmm. God. That was so hot. Like, you have no idea how long I've been wanting to suck my best friend's dad's cock. But I had to have more. I needed more. It felt like I would die if I didn't have this man inside me right now. Was this how cisgender girls felt? That primal urge, that needful desire to be good enough to be fucked by a real man? To be worthy of...
The lazy summer morning was rudely interrupted by the sudden ring of your cellphone, a harsh enough noise to wake up to but even worse when you were having such a fantastic dream. Groggily, and with a little cursing under your breath, you reached out to the ringing annoyance and answered. "Nnngh, hullo?" you muttered sleepily into the receiver. &qu...
I rested on the third day. So much sex on the previous two days had left me all in. It was mid-morning when I got up and had a shower to wake myself up. Even I was surprised at the number of fetishes I'd seen so far, not all to my liking, but hey, everyone to their own tastes. My own fetish, watersports, seems to be quite popular and there I was thinking...
April 29, 2025 President Mark Robinson sat ashen-faced in the Oval Office; he looked like Al Pacino in his mansion towards the end of "Scarface," only there was no pile of cocaine on his desk. It was the first 100 days of the Robinson presidency, and things seemed to be careening out of control. His March 23 nationally televised address calling for a $7 tr...
It was close to 4:30 pm and I had almost finished my work for the day. It had been a long, exhausting week and I was looking forward to a relaxing week-end. "Jiya! My office, right now!" My boss's loud voice jolted me out of my day dreams. Groaning, I slipped on my heels, pushed back my chair and walked over to his room. "He's waiting for you, J" said hi...
You found Samantha Palmer attractive from the moment she first walked into your office to apply for the Social Media Manager at Google, but your obsession with her grew over time. She came into the interview as a woman who knows she's attractive - wearing a skirt long enough to not be slutty, but short enough to show off her fine pale white legs. You like hi...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...
Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read, enjoy and review this story. I love knowing what you all think. To the Anonymous reviewer who mentioned my transposition of the "Your" and "You're" in the previous chapter...i HOPE that's the only time it's happened, but it is very hard to see those things when reading my own work someti...
Do you see the title? That does not mean she gets spray painted black. Neither is she a coal miner's wife. This is another story of a well hung black male and a white man's wife. Of course, the white man has a little wee-wee. You expected it the other way around? How Foolish! If this isn't your sort of fiction, you have my sworn permission to read something...
Nia woke up with a groan. Her head was pounding and she was disorientated. She realized she on was on the ground in the middle of the woods and her hands were duct taped behind her. Then her last memories came rushing back. Her mother was the Booty Slayer. It wasn't some horrible dream. "It took you long enough to wake the fuck up," Donna said putting a sh...