Rathgar groaned in pleasure, his muscular arms wrapping around Shakara's toned body. Both of them warriors, Rathgar's and Shakara's muscles rippled and flexed as their bodies slammed together over and over again. Shakara faced the wall of the tiny cottage, her hands pressed firmly against it as Rathgar penetrated her from behind. Her long, blonde hair, usu...
She jacked in for the third time this evening, hearing her cable modem screaming as it made the connection. Lori had kept the sound as a reminder of her first days on the 'Net. Ironically, in those days the sound of her modem and "you've got mail" were about the only things her computer spit back at her. Now, well, now everything came back. Especially buzz,...
(Hello everyone, here is part 2 of the story requested by one of my readers.) Chapter 3 While Monroe was having breakfast the next morning Lena passed by on her way out wearing a white body con designer dress with a black belt at the waist, black sheer pantyhose, a pair of white patent leather heels, big rounded sunglasses and a wide floppy white hat with...
Chapter Four -- The River The app on Tiffany's phone buzzed and she checked it. Stephen Bateman wanted to book her services this evening. She declined his request by simply pressing a soft key. She didn't have time for him tonight, Tina Brinkman had requested that Tiffany come around for a drink. They'd talk about old times and bury the hatchet. Tiffany k...
Happy to share this story with you. This one is a bit odder than the usual fare and I warn you going in that this story involves well hung celebrity shemales. I kind of wanted to save it as a surprise twist, but that seemed a bit unfair to have the story seem like a typical lesbian celebrity story and then have it be about girls with hot cocks instead of cun...
Vicki Vale wasn't sure what to expect as she drove up to Wayne Manor. She'd texted him, half-expecting the number to be changed, but instead had gotten a firm agreement on finally getting her interview. She pulled up on the roundabout, expecting there to be someone to take her car, but no one. Tacky as it was, she killed the engine and left it there. It wasn...
On June the 2nd in the year of our Lord 2016 it came to pass that aspiring writer Ahazura penned an open ended Loving Wives story titled "Zero, Fifty or One Hundred" and put out a call to his fellow Lit-authors to come up with an alternative conclusion for it. Very well Sir - challenge accepted. SL Btw dear reader : The following will obviously only make...
CH 1 The pill had I just swallowed seemed as big as a bus on its way down, and now sat heavily in my stomach. Well, probably not. But it seemed that way. I looked up, across the room to where my long-term girlfriend, Hannah, sat on the recliner, her feet curled underneath her. She was ignoring me, intently studying something on her phone, her face adorabl...
The following story contains mentions of drug use and is sexual in nature, featuring explicit terms that some may find objectionable. While some members of the LGBTQ+ community accept and use these descriptions, I am aware that some choose not to and may find them distasteful. No offence is intended. In my defence I prefer to treat every character in my stor...
The music was loud, the crowd was attractive, and Matt was out of his depth. He had come to McIntosh University for the weekend for a combination campus visit and sibling weekend. His sister, Amanda, was a sophomore, studying psychology. Matt had not decided on a major yet, he just knew psychology was not it. He was a high school senior with an interest in...