I awoke to warm wet lips wrapped around my cock. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the morning blowjob. Small deft hands moved up and down my length as a talented mouth got me raging hard. I enjoyed every stroke and lick. The mouth left for only a moment and then something warm and tight pushed down upon my length slow and sure. It was much tighter than I r...
This as much an alternate history story as anything else. Details and dates are accurate, with some minor creative liberties. Sex in this chapter happens near the end. Plots are as important to me as the dirty stuff! And everyone's over 18. *** I am Demmus Alfer, and this is my story. I am an exile, duly convicted and sentenced. My crime? I fell in love....
The man had the odd feeling of being in two places at the same time. He was aware of the hospital room but he had the sensation of another place around him as well. The sound of grieving voices was telling him to go to the light and someone was speaking in a language he knew from his youth. The voice was telling him it was alright for him to go. "What light...
You left me, my gentle reader (or did I leave you?), at the very moment of my release from prison, after I have spent there the whole 15 months, which was exactly half of my sentence. My first week in prison was rough. I was framed by the old man whose wife and his lover I enjoyed greatly, both of them, and most of the time simultaneously. He had arranged f...
I've been writing my erotic stories on and off for almost 10 years now, and I think my well of creativity may finally be running empty. I might post the occasional story here if the muse strikes me with a good enough story, but I think overall I might be done with actively writing erotica. Before I go, I thought I might write a kind of farewell letter to my...
Let me start by telling you about me. I am the proud owner of a small riding academy located on a small farm on the outskirts of a large city. I am divorced, middle aged, but still in good shape. I have one employee to help with the stables, a big black farmhand called Frank who has been with me for a number of years. In the summer months, I normally have be...
Christian realised something about werewolves. They weren't stupid mongrels. Nope they were in fact rather clever. He realised this when he tried to materialise out of the room, a silver door lay on the other side of the oak one. The windows were barred with fine slivers of silver. The room was rather cosy, a nice soft bed, and calming light blue walls. Ye...
I walked into the cabin and smiled before looking back at Kiera and putting my finger over my lips. She nodded but looked confused until I stepped further into the room and she saw Master sleeping with Marta on the bed. Apparently, they had worn themselves out and had fallen asleep. We had decided to come find them when Peter stopped by the courtyard to tel...
The First Arc Deco Story Synopsis: When they end up calling the very last private paranormal investigator in the phone book, you know the case is going to going to be trouble. The damsel in distress will be beautiful but not to be trusted, and most of the bad guys will laugh at silver bullets and want to drag you down to some nasty under-hell. Not a good wa...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Maria came down to the kitchen, yawning. Lynn was in the shower. Maria had checked in on Charlotte. The empty room didn't surprise her. I see she didn't make breakfast, she noticed. The summer morning was quiet. Real creepy. I wonder if it was a mistake to come here? So, start breakfast or look for Charlotte? Maria was o...