He was chosen the moment I saw him on the street that hot summer night. Tall, dark and handsome to say the least, and a young thing, surely of age, but no more than 20, I guessed, a tender and succulent morsel for seasoned predator like me. The wet warmth and pulsing tingle I felt between my thighs told me he was the one. I followed him at a discreet distan...
The protagonist does have a hard time, sometimes his own fault, but he also gets some consolation along the way. There is some sex here and there where the story demands it. Eight parts, all complete. It's all fiction: if anyone thinks they appear in this story, it's not about you! Clarifications: GCSE: 'General Certificate of Secondary Education' usual...
NOTES: This is the second part of an erotic novel about a disobedient teenager named Fern, who told so many lies in the past, that nobody believes that she's now being molested by her perverted professor, Mr. Donaldson. In the last installment, Professor Donaldson spanked Fern, forced her to strip naked, and finally ended up breaking Fern's hymen with a lol...
Although this story contains characters that are minors, all characters engaging in sexual activity are above the age of 18. ***** The day that Khan left me was both the worst and best day of my life. Things hadn't been going well with us for quite some time, but we'd been together for almost eight years so I guess I was surprised that it ended as suddenly...
"I have news," said Debbie. I'd just come through the front door to find her standing in the foyer of our small apartment. She was 29 with dark hair, girl-next-door beauty and a smile that was usually ready. On that summer evening, her smile was not ready. Had it been another day I would have given her the bouquet of long-stemmed roses at the door, but...
Lauren Laframboise slammed her office door shut, and then leaned against it. Her bare skin pressed against the wood, her left hand remained on the handle for stability. Her legs felt weak, as if they'd give out beneath her. She took a deep breath, and then whimpered out an exhalation. She shut her eyes, doing her best to will herself into forgetting what had...
An old man dying in the hospital, regrets the choices that he's made in his life and how those choices affected those around him. He prays to God for a chance to make everything right. This is the story of that second chance at life. Prologue Jack Wilson lay in a bed in the intensive care unit of the local hospital. He was only fifty-eight years old, but...
Copyright 2007 by Otto26 * My problem, as I see it, is that I'm the wrong sort of asshole. I don't enjoy beating women, I just annoy them. If you beat them, then you're passionate, misunderstood, even masterful. If you annoy them... you're just a jerk. I dwell on this, but you could probably care less. If you're like most Americans you're simply going to l...
Hi Folks, How do you follow last week? You don't. You just write another story and realize that some of them are going to do well and others will go over like a fart in church. The last two have been relatively aggressive so this time I wanted to do something little different. Two of my biggest influences are DQS1 and AlleyKat08. In the last story he graced...
This story cannot be read in five minutes. If you are not interested in the development of characters and their situations, then, probably, this story is not for you. If you dislike long stories that build to a crescendo--rather than start with one--then this story is not for you. If you have read any of my other stories and didn't enjoy them, then this stor...