My name is David Powers and for the last year I have seen this woman's dreams and fantasies almost every night. I have no idea why they are mixing with mine. I don't know her or the little town of Lawndale. I'm now home from Iraq after being discharged from the Marine Corps, of which I spent the last six years of my life. I have no idea why I see her in my d...
Some time ago I wrote a story about Rebecca, my ultra-hot wife entitled "Dirty Motel Sex." The account, more or less fictional, chronicled her sexual adventures with a man she simply could not resist. This story is a continuation of those adventures. The reader is encouraged to check back in the archives for the first episode, which will place these events...
I loved the band Satellite from when I was just a very young girl. They had long hair and masterful bodies that they strutted across stages from coast to coast. I suppose you would call me a groupie. I listened to every song and knew every beat and nuance of Satellite's rowdy, velvety music that enhanced the sexual energy of both genders. Step 1 Know the m...
John and Pam lay tangled together in bed. Pam had told John all about her weekend with Sydney and Maya, ending with the fact that he had been invited to join them for a weekend together. John fucked Pam like a stallion while she told him all about it. He loved hearing about Pam lifting Sydney's skirt to find a big black cock staring at her, as well as everyt...
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Steven Brun. I'm a young Black guy living in the city of Boston. I recently graduated from high school and started college. I go to Boston College. It's a school full of rich white kids but I'm liking it so far. The city is big, much bigger than the small town that I came from. I'm from Fitchburg, by the way. I...
Octavia didn't shut off the alarm quickly enough, and all three of them woke up. Mary said, prying her eyes open, "It's her last day, and I have to leave anyway, let's go help her celebrate." Octavia pulled on her clothes and gave her a look. "You're not used to being awake at this hour. Sure you can handle it? I'm pretty sure Asch would be willing to keep...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. * * * * * Weeks passed, and the residents at Mistress Florence's home had put the episode with Darla behind them. Life was normal again, that is, normal for life at Mistress Florence's household. Alte...
My computer was running so slowly and I had a friend of mine tell me that I should have a new hard drive put into it. "That will make the whole computer work better," she said. So, I decided to go ahead and install a new one. I had talked to a couple other friends that had installed them so I decided that I should install it myself. It seemed like an easy ta...
In the months following her fiasco with the locker room and Dr. Piston, Christine swore she wouldn't do anymore adventures. She would focus on work and golf club improvements to keep busy. Day in and day out working at the club, she would walk the course. Unfortunately, she found that her thoughts started to betray her. She began picturing herself running na...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life, which I am adapting and editing. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old. His younger frie...