Chapter One "What the fuck is this shit?!" The young white female raises her head from between the two muscular legs. The erect cock she has just been deep throating pops from between her wet swollen lips. Pre-cum leaks from the twitching rod. "Goddammit," curses D-Bone. He wraps his hands in the long blond strands of hair and tries to pull her head back...
Before I start I want to give shoutouts to Tex from writing.com, along with all those who added to said interactive that this branches off from. *Potential Trigger Warning* ALL DEPICTED CHARACTERS ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER Also be prepared, as I tend to switch from first to second person when describing environments, just live with it. You are Davey, a 19 year o...
Part 2 - The Other Side of Training Goddess was delighted at what a good round of orgasms, control and sleep had done for her. She anticipated the next session. Once again it started with dinner, but this time ant was instructed to wear no underwear and just an unlubricated condom. He was instructed to make sure that the condom stayed on, even if it meant u...
Dr. Leopold Granzner, the good-looking commercial manager of the St. Magdalena Private Clinic, and a secret crush on all the nurses and nursing students, strides to his office apartment shortly after midnight, tired and exhausted after a strenuous 12-hour shift, to finally take a cap full of sleep. Jule Petersen, the beautiful, red-blonde and blue-eyed nursi...
Examination Nate stood up slowly. While naked around each other with ease, most men in our habitat of the city were a little awkward about getting nude in front of new women. It was a social quirk of the georegion going back to the B.E. era. "Oh, go on, she won't bite," I said. Nate smiled sheepishly, then unfastened his pants and let them down, exposing...
I'm a 22 year old coed at a pretty decent engineering university in Southern California. I study electrical engineering, which can be pretty challenging, both from an academic as well as a social standpoint. I stay on campus to be close to class. But even so, Thursday mornings are rough. Really rough. Thursday is a light lab day for me, so I tend to hit the...
2003: Tears ran unaware and unchecked down L. D. Jansen’s face as she watched from her shadowy alcove as the stranger first embraced and then kissed the lips of the woman she had hoped to make her own. The tears were accompanied by a persistent ache in her abdomen, as if she’d been punched, but she could not turn away. Anger rose, but died just as quickly. W...
I've just gotten off a red-eye flight for a business conference. Since the airport is some distance outside the city center, I've elected to get a cab directly to the conference rather than stop at my hotel. I figure I wouldn't be able to check in yet anyway, seeing as the breakfast hour isn't even over, let alone checkout time. The downside of this choice i...
There was a knocking at the back door. "Milk delivery!" a female voice chimed. Steve's eyes widened as he dropped the morning newspaper and got up from the kitchen table, tightening his robe's belt. Behind the blinds of the glass door was a curvy silhouette in a baseball cap. He pulled the door open and knew immediately that this was his lucky day. "Hi Ste...
Author's Note: Here is another side story about D. While technically a sequel to "CeCe's Lullaby," it is not entirely necessary to go back and read it to enjoy this story. Again, this story deals with some of the side characters of the long running series I have been writing, they will be playing a major role in future installments of both the main series an...