This piece of erotic literature is dedicated to my net friend Sweety who provided the plot and requested me to write a story: Hi! I am Sweety. I want to tell you the things which our domestic servant Bahadur is doing. I am 20 and living with my parents and younger sis ;ho is 18. My mom Dolly is 40 but you can’t say that she is mother of two grown up babes....
We were in the woods like we had been so many times before. Either on quaint picknicks, heartfelt hikes, or when you took my womanhood for the first time. This time we were by a creek, something you know that I loved, and the air was just brisk enough to be bearable by the light of the sun. We had been together for years and yet sometimes it felt as though...
It was a cold brisk day in Oregon. John and Eric both 44 years old had been in the woods and camping most of their life. This was their first time out together. This trip was going to be for two of their four weeks they had accumulated from their jobs. John went over his checklist: Canoe, Tent, GPS, Walkie-Talkies, Cell Phone, Compass, Food, Water, Flashlig...
In the Beginning... It had been over a hundred years since he had felt the presence of another of his kind. He knew in his heart that he was the last of the night breed. A vampire, a creature of the night. He could vaguely remember when he had been human. But that was before Dracula transformed him. Life was good then. The weaker humans had been easy prey f...
Bound & Blindfolded for Rent, Ch. 5 Open for business, Mistress Dominque finally gets her dungeon. “Take off your clothes,” said Dominque. “Take them off,” she said cracking her whip against the concrete floor in her personal dungeon. Adding even more authority to her voice, with no carpet and little furniture to deaden the noise, the sound of the whip e...
Hi reader, this starts out as a pure none consent interracial, with a slight lesbian twist at the end, hope you enjoy? Vic Cable had just walked up the garden path from the rear of his house; he hadn't used the front way because it was longer to drive around it than to do it this way. He had had to return home unexpectedly, he had bought a brand new, very...
I remember the exact day Alice moved in next door. It was my eighteenth birthday. The moving van had already left, but she was still carrying items in from her car. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, a few extra pounds, but all in the right places... damn I love a full bodied woman. On the pretense of taking out the trash, I went out front to get a bet...
"I don't see what's so difficult about it," grumbled Niord of Noatun, "I am the king of the Swedes and also god of the Sea. A king is usually the god in charge of something or other -- fertility is a popular choice, as you might expect -- and most gods are king of somewhere or other. My father Ingvi was king of the Turks, for example, and my son Frey is king...
The pungent stench of shit wafted through the cold stone cell, where Jax had been trapped for several months. The smell was unfortunately all too familiar to him. Every morning, the same farmer came and dumped a pile of horse manure just a few metres away from the barred 'window' that lit the room he lived in. The room itself was dreadful. The floor stained...
Copyright (c) 2018 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ----- This is one of a series of stories set in the Land of Etherium, a place out of time where wizards channeled mana and a host of creatures we call fairy tales roamed the lands. It is said these tales occurred almost 27...