Prologue This book currently consists of 28 chapters with another 9 or more chapters to be added as they are written. The basic story theme revolves around a guy who is desperately trying to stop smoking. He has tried everything from pills to patches and even hypnosis – to no avail. He even went so far as to investigate and attempt to stop smoking using acu...
It was the time when his 19 year-old daughter was in Costa Rica. Rick Castle came back from his book tour early, and only Martha was there to greet him. Not that he wasn`t pleased to see his mother but he missed Kate. She was still in D.C., so he still had to wait to see his fiancée again. And he missed Alexis, too. Later that evening Martha said she`d be...
You follow me in to my bedroom, talking to me as I look for a book you've asked to borrow. I pull it from the bookshelf and stand up to hand it to you and you pull me towards you by the belt loops on the front of my jeans. My body pressed against yours, the book hangs uselessly from my hand as you start to kiss me. I make a small appreciative sound in the ba...
Sometimes, past meets present. There's really not much you can do about it. My name is Steven James Vermont and I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian-American urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm currently working on a book about the life of a black, gay male state police officer, his family and friends, and their ups...
Claire smiled as she breathed in the scent of the lilacs. The perfumed air was heavenly in late spring. She returned to her reading, careful to keep the front cover of her book lowered to her thighs: Penthouse Letters Volume 16. She was far enough from her downtown office to narrow the chance of a coworker coming across her Friday afternoon indulgence of ero...
Scene from the Marquis "Have you ever read any porn stories?" I ask, looking mischievously for a shocked reaction. Breakfast has arrived from the liveried room service waiter, and we're all sitting around the little meal table in our virginal white robes, nibbling on croissants and sipping coffee. Jacqueline clears her throat. "No," she says with wry gri...
They say that whatever you've heard about Brazil, it's all true. Read on and believe... * Senhora Fabiola sat back in her chair and gazed out of the window at the long stretch of Rio's Ipanema beach. 'You know,' she said with satisfaction, 'it is only the rich who can afford to live here. I used to think I was a whore but when I see the girls today and w...
Man, I know I'm going to Hell for this, I thought as I worked my dick up Fatima Jawari's deliciously tight cunt. The nineteen-year-old Somali Hijabi winced and looked up at me with innocent, doe-like golden brown eyes. Whispering gently, I asked her how she felt and Fatima assured me that she was alright. Good, I thought, and raised her shapely legs in the a...
This story is based off a fantasy it is entirely made up. All characters are over 18 and you must be over 18 to read this. I always appreciate feedback and comments, and I am aware that I am not the best with punctuation and grammar no reason to beat me up over it... Thanks ***** After entering the house and stripping at the door as you instructed I fold...
Craven's POV My throat was dry and felt the need to feed once more. I needed a new victim, but who would it be today. I looked around my Sociology class, scanning over the countless number of intelligent and beautiful women around me. Well, not very intelligent enough to stay away from a predator like me. I walked down an isle to my seat behind a less pop...