Nine o'clock on a Tuesday and I'm in bed reading. I feel you in the doorway before I see you. I look up to say hello and the words die in my mouth as our eyes meet. Intimidating is a word most people would use to describe my half of our couple. You're the affable one that everybody loves. You're the perfect boyfriend. A saint. A Boy Scout. But not tonight. T...
"Aysha. Now add the pepper." Jaxon sprinkled the red powder over the smoldering rocks and watched in fascination as the heat of the stones turned the spice into a thick smoke that filled the tent. The flap was still hanging partially open, allowing a soft stream of light to filter into the otherwise sealed structure. The large dome was made completely of oa...
I could not have done this without help from my editor Cheer_Smartie526. While I strive to make each story enjoyable on its own, this is the first of four that cover a single day, so it is best to read them in order. It also helps if you believe in miracles. Brad lowered his feet to the floor and climbed out of bed. The morning light filtering through t...
His name was Eric Mahen, and I'll never forget him. He taught me who I really am. Most people go through an entire life before they really get a feeling for who they are, deep down inside. A lot of people never even think to wonder. But I wondered, and Eric helped me find out. I was eighteen, a senior in high school, and I was kind of a nobody. I mean, I wa...
This is a continuation of a story. If you want to start at the beginning, read My Pretty Woman Moment first, then Making Her Feel Pretty. * Driving back from the book store I couldn't help but grin at the events of the last couple of days. I'd had a threesome in a clothing store changing room with a clerk and my wife, then I'd just got done making passion...
Hello again Dear Reader. My apologies. I told you this piece of the story would be available months ago. Unfortunately real life intervened. Fantasy is a much more pleasant way to spend our time, don't you think? For those of you who would like to fill in the rest of the story, please read "A Bad Girl" Chapters 1 & 2. Briefly, Miss Althea Flock, schooltea...
Vanessa felt overwhelmed. Her boss had just dumped a new client on her and she felt unprepared. The client was to arrive in town tonight for a meeting tomorrow. She perused her calendar to try to fit him in. "Damn!" She thought. She could see him at 4 pm but there was a lot to discuss with a first time client and she fully expected that she would have to con...
All characters in the story are completely fictional and have no relation to any one person living or dead. All characters are also above the age of 18. Chapter 1: The Job and Mrs. Bramstead I sat in a waiting room with three other men about my age, all clearly having just left graduate school in search of a successful first teaching job. The difference be...
Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18. This is intended for mature audiences only. The following is a fictitious story based on the Characters created by The Author, and is not meant to be taken as Canon within the context of his regular work. Warning: Do not try this at home without consulting a physician first. This is a really fucking hot st...
I pulled back the curtain slightly, I was breathless, my heart racing. I stood to the side of the glass in the shadows. I had my dick in my hand, lube and tissues at the ready on the dresser. I stared down Cindy sunbathing in the garden, she had, predictably, the smallest bikini possible. Even though she had ample tits, she only ever wore the most exposing...