With apologies to U2. This story is a sequel of sorts to No Going Home. I would encourage you to read it first. Constructive criticism and feedback are welcome. The phone rang at 7 am. "Who could be calling at 7 am?" thought Stephanie. She ignored the handset as it rang three more times before cutting out to voicemail. After another night of tossing and tur...
Author's Note You'll notice a complete lack of concern in this text for disease and contraception. That's because it's FANTASY, dude, and that stuff just gets in the way. In real life, you'd be nuts to engage in these acts without protection. When I write for fun there's no editor to give me feedback, so informed criticism is always welcome. Enjoy, and ple...
The morning was as normal as every morning getting the children off and Joe leaving for the office. Cleaning up from the night before Nicole was putting everything back in order when she came across the tape of her hypnotic rape by the Thomas Brothers just 3 weeks earlier. Not remembering the ordeal being conscious only by what she seen on the tape she got a...
It was hot a hot Louisiana night. I’d just stepped out of a cooling shower and pulled the crisp sheets over my silky skin. I decided to do a little reading because I wasn’t too sleepy. James was in his office working on a grant to expand a section of the training field for the kids. He had been sweating over it for a couple of weeks and he needed to get it...
Time seemed to fly after my little girl did her double down 3 months ago. We fucked like rabbits several times since then, but she was constantly on the run with school and work. We would go several days at a time without seeing each other at all. It was usually some quick hi and byes. Out of the blue our lives had changed with her doing this porn thing, but...
What to do with two gorgeous women? I want to thank the readers of my story Living Works of Art not just for your generous ratings of stars, but also for your wonderful comments! I hope you are not disappointed with this sequel, but at least the sale of the ten-million-dollar apartment is included. I tried to write the story so that you do not really have t...
Kiss. Fuck. Come. Kiss. Fuck. Come. Every time was the exact same, like you could swap them out for each other. Kiss. Fuck. Come. No change, no experiments, no toys, no foreplay, no difference. Always the same position when we come, always the same predictable order. Not only predictable, but entirely routine. Kiss. Fuck. Come. The only differences ever aros...
"Please come in Miss Jennifer. Please take your seat." The young lady who invited me in so cordially was as attractive in the flesh as she was in her movies. She had the poise and bearing of a cultured woman. In my ignorance I had not expected that in a porn film star. She was a little above average in height, charming, and of course amply endowed. A man wal...
At the age of eighteen I was still a virgin thanks to my girlfriend living 10,000 miles away from me. We were best friends from the time we were fourteen and at the age of fifteen we started going out. However 3 months later I left the place and moved to a different country. Both of us were so busy with our lives we never had the chance to meet up again. The...
Author's note: The support I have been shown for this story line has been just amazing. Thank you all for your kind words and encouragement. I hope everyone will enjoy the latest installment just as much. Also, I want to acknowledge white slut suze with a warm and heart felt thank you. She graciously agreed to edit this installment so hopefully typos at leas...