Lost in Eros Book II: The Forest Tracking Tascha Don scrambled down the last gravelly decline and looked frantically about for any sign of Tascha. Now that he had finally managed to come down from the area that had been separated from the river by a steep cliff-face, Don found himself in a lightly forested, grassy hill country, through which the river ran...
"Well, I must say, Mike, your entry is going to be a difficult one to beat. Unfortunately, as it states in the PMS official rule book, those who have entered the contest are ineligible to cast their vote for their story or for anyone else's story. Otherwise, I think that I'd be voting for your story rather than my own," said Stan with a chuckle. "Also, as wi...
Stacy made the last adjustments to her outfit as she stood in front of the hallway mirror. In her WCU cheerleader uniform, she stood at 5' 7" with a tight white sweater that showed off her bust. She wore a white pleated skirt with that went mid-thigh on her shapely legs. Her hair was long blonde and past her shoulders. Her face was pretty and she had blue gr...
Yes, it's a new series, fans of mine. I know you like Marilyn, but she's on hiatus. Deal. Anyway, I do have something interesting for you. It's an unusual tale, but then again, my writing tastes have proven to be a bit unusual. I'm about as mainstream as N'Sync is underground. So without further ado, let's get started. Oh, and yadda yadda yadda over 18 to re...
Introduction - I am unexpectedly bound to my boss At the time of these events which occurred late September, three summers ago, I had just turned 38 years old. I was (and still am) working in a law office in North Houston. Both of my sons had returned to college, so Jim and I were 'empty nesters' and had a little extra freedom around the house. To celebra...
My name is Charles Harrison Javier. Friends call me C.H. I'm a big and tall, somewhat good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A couple years back, I graduated from Brockton Community High School and these days, I attend the South End Institute of Technology or S. E. I.T. My high school days were dreadfully dull but my coll...
This story involves mythological beings, some of whom may have worshippers today who could consider the story blasphemous. Please be warned. This is only a fantasy. A hat tip to the sainted Jimi Hendrix for the title—which presented itself only after the story was well under way, honestly! Now that I have your attention- A thousand pardons if my i...
The third installment of my four nights series. I went into an area I know little of, I hope you like it. I would like to Thank Candice for taking the time to edit my story! ***** The weekend was a blur after our orgy, I know Michelle and I fucked at least four times and I must admit it was more intense than it had been in recent memory. It was on the f...
I'm not crazy, and I'm not making it up. I don't expect anyone to believe me. But I have to type this, even though I know I'm not supposed to; maybe it's happened to someone before. I can't be the only one. My name is Adrienne, and I'm twenty four years old. I live alone in California and I used to do data entry for a large firm. The art major didn't work...
(Continued from Busted 5) Donna had just left. I could still taste my own cum on my tongue. It really wasn't so bad since I had been drinking so much juice and water lately. I read on-line that fruit juices tend to make your cum sweeter. I figured I might as well make things a little easier on myself by at least making my cum taste better. I can affirm that...