*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an Editor. No, I do not want an editor. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes this is stupid shit and yes I suck. For those of you that have not hit...
My hands were freezing and I blew into them to generate some warmth. Rubbing them together, I wondered how much longer it would be before someone would come to get us. “It’d be a lot easier if you’d relax,” one of them said. “Relax,” I spat. “I’m locked in a storage shed, with no lights and no heat, with three guys, one of whom is an idiot. Tell me, ple...
THE STORM Monica was half-dressed when she walked into the bedroom. She had on some light blue lacy panties, thigh-high gray stockings, and a very sexy bra in which you could see right through to her dark red nipples and areola. I went up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then dropped to my knees and kissed her passionately between her breasts. Sh...
6. Bryce Just Gets Luckier and Luckier We got up rather late Sunday morning. We would've slept longer but at about 8:30 Bryce rang the door bell and woke us up. Half asleep, I let him in and went upstairs with him to get him launched on the painting job. I took special care to lay out the drop cloths for him so he wouldn't make a mess. Then I crawled back...
This story was written in collaboration with a fellow erotica writer whom I am hoping to introduce to the site in the near future. Her handle is Lulubelle, keep a lookout for her. ########## It was with mixed emotions that Bryce entered the very familiar elevator that cold June morning. He had been with the company for fifteen years, slowly working his way...
Here's a little short piece considering the 'What if' I missed out on last Easter. Do tell me what you think - vote or write - either way I hope you like this! ~A ***** "Have a nice night!" I wasn't really paying attention as I bid farewell to the ladies walking past me. "Night, Marie," one called. "See you tomorrow," another said with a smile. I just nod...
Hi, I am happy to be writing again. I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story, now sit back and enjoy the next part. I want to thank the following people who helped me create this fantasy: LaRascasse, my editor, Kalamazoo707, for being willing to keep me on track, Donalde, for simply being there, Mostera1 for encouraging me to stay on task, and final...
"Did you find it?" With a flashlight, Dana checked behind the cash register of the dark nail salon. But, she wasn't there for the money. She searched through the tiny bottles of polish, yet to be put out. The brunette, with wavy hair just above her shoulders, began to get frustrated. She looked up to her friend, Christian, who leaned in the exit window on t...
Tawny and Bryce had been married a little over a year now. Both very much still in love with each other, and Tawny, still in the tender years of sexual exploration. She was four years younger than Bryce, who was twenty eight. They met at a mutual friends party about two years prior, and both became madly in love at their first meeting. Tawny was considered...
Chapter 1 Bryce, waking up from his sorrow-induced nap, takes the joint on his dresser, lifts it to his lips, and lights it. How the fuck can she do this to me? My pride is fucked...I did all that I can. I'm only a man, he thinks. I can't be here right now. People smoke stress to de-stress. Lately when I smoke it, it increases the stress. I make the bi...