Why didn't the alarm go off? The sun is too bright for six a.m. and I didn't hear the bread man's truck. It backfires when he leaves at five o'clock. No, it's seven thirty and I need to be in the office in an hour! I'll just freshen up -- what is that on my thigh? Did I bump into something? And why are my nipples awake before I am? Oh, no, it's coming back t...
Giants "Hullo, little man," the huge voice rumbled. Zalen jumped, only now realizing that what he had been leaning on was not a tree trunk but a giant's thigh. Had he been standing Zalen's face would have been barely at the height of his kneecaps. He made the demigiantess Zalen had encountered look like a child in comparison. "Oh, hello. I'm Zalen, known...
I must admit to being a horny fucker and sex is never far from my mind, I make no apologies for this as there are few things in this world better than fucking. My job as a self employed carpenter gives me plenty of opportunity to indulge in fucking being as how I'm in and out of houses all day long. For instance, a few weeks ago I took a call in the office o...
(All characters in this story are 18 years of age, there is no underage sexual activities allowed. Chyoa nor I condone this.) Writers Note: Always happy for others to add on and add on as you see fit but please stick to the story. No one really talks about there job at Disney, or they all say the same thing, "We create kid shows and movies" or &quo...
I own this story. I wrote it myself. It is based off of my own sexual fantasy. All characters are over 18. ***** I make my way into the cramped classroom, and my favorite smell hits me: dried paint and fresh canvas. This time, though, it's mixed with the smell of beer. It's the last day of our weekend art class and our fellow students are celebrating with...
Gerade ist er von seiner Partei zum Kandidaten für den Landtag gewählt worden. Mitte 20, volles Haar, gut bestückt. Er guckt in den Saal. Omis, Muttis, Arbeiter mit dicken Bäuchen, Schlipsträger aus der Verwaltung. So sieht seine Partei halt aus. Die Leute stehen langsam auf, er wird kandidieren. Der dicke Lokalreporter vom Schmierenblättchen will etwas wiss...
1. The Studio Calista had waited an eternity for her new artist's studio to finally take shape. Situated deep inside the forest just outside of Selma, Alabama, the main house - or shack, to be more accurate - was her own little piece of soul heaven, an escape from real life. But Calista was tired of treading clay, paint and plaster through this rustic nirva...
This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are...
Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend, works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, reluctant. Also, spoof of a certain home improvement TV show 2001-2008. *************** Chapter I - Up to and including Wednesday I was thrilled to be coming home from a we...
Passion in James County XII: The Widow Chapter Eighteen Joanne was delighted to awaken in Larry's arms the next morning. Even nicer was the fact that one of his hands was gently squeezing her breast and something warm and hard was nudging between her buttocks. When Larry felt Joanne stirring, he kissed her softly on the neck. "Good morning, sweetheart," h...