Brief Backstory: The setting is a Middle America town in the late 1970's, and Lute (The Root), our hero, is a well-hung 18-year-old who's finishing high school, playing bass in a rock band, and spreading his own brand of goodwill among the local ladies. *** "So, do you think I'm terrible?" Ellen Heath asked her best friend Nicole Perkins as they sat drink...
*Wednesday A big thank you to @brokenbrumbygirl for taking a look and improving this latest chapter. I hope you enjoy.* ***** Jack's eyes cracked open a fraction as he awoke. He was snuggled in behind Angela, which he knew from the familiar shape and aroma of her body. Lifting his head, a tiny fraction he could just about make out the long black hair of G...
Disclaimer: Even though this story is about one-on-one sex between a man and a woman, there are elements which may not appeal to the majority of readers of this category. There are gay or at least bisexual aspects involved. There is even a brief incestuous aside in here. In short, my usual fare. The purpose of this tale is to introduce two new important char...
It all started with a pair of pink panties. It was sometime after midnight when Jo arrived home from being on-call at the local hospital. She'd received a phone call several hours earlier about a bleeder and had to rush in. Recently her workload had become almost unbearable, but we needed the money so she was working her sexy curvaceous ass off. By the ti...
Author's Note: This story is based on the unlikely pairing of two friends of different sexual persuasions. The names of the characters have been changed to protect their identities, and a liberal dose of literary possibility has been applied to fill in the gaps as to how their romance grew and blossomed. Enjoy the telling. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Hey, girlfriend! Why a...
If you believed everything my mates told you you'd be convinced that I've shagged most of the world's most beautiful women. Nothing could be further from the truth, but when they've had a few pints on a Friday night after our regular five-a-side football session, they're even more certain that I must be lying when I deny it. Some of their comments are prett...
A special thanks to Camilla for helping me realize my hidden desires and giving me the courage to put them into words. This is a story about fantasy but based on actual people. Some events are real some are wishful thinking. I hope you enjoy. As always comments are welcome and appreciated. ***** I am a divorced man of sixteen years. I still see my ex-wife...
In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: har...
Chapter 4 — WEDNESDAY — A problem solved Nikolay Volkov was awake early. It was a habit he'd never been able to break. The Russian only needed four or five hours sleep to get by, although he'd hardly slept at all last night. His plan was set to go and everything had to fall in place like clockwork. He'd driven himself to his office, calling Angela on the w...
Chapter One: The Masochist T.A.L.E. of Pain It was Wednesday, which along with Monday and Friday, was one of my short days. I had two classes, a four hour shift working janitorial at the school and one more class before coming home and cooking the dinner that greeted Kristy when she got home from her three classes working, her 1-5 shift in the school guidan...