As I get closer to the door, I can see there is a note attached to the front door. As I get close enough to read it, I see that she is awaiting my arrival. Out of politeness, I knock on the door and wait a moment. Then the door opens. It is Robert. He is partially dressed in a tuxedo and it appears he is getting ready for an evening out. I say good evening t...
Please enjoy this new short story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.—Taylor VanCannon. Fred wheeled the big SUV into the carwash. The place was a little tacky, and well past its prime. The same could be said of the attendant that approached his car. In a pleasing sout...
This is the first time I'm writing an erotic story, it's based on one of my experiences but facts have been altered for dramatic and privacy reasons with a liberal poetic licence; feedback would be much appreciated. Enjoy [: I met Tabby very randomly through some common friends, at the time she was dating an old university buddy of mine, but I wasn't awar...
Sitting comfortably on the couch, I was more than ready for the football game to start. I had been looking forward to watching the game all day and had everything I was going to need right at my disposal. Namely, beer and pretzels. Molly had retreated to the bedroom, obviously disinterested in what was going on in the living room (or so I thought). She had s...
It was seventeen days ago. The little table in the corner, dimly lit with a glitter in the table cloth that went almost all the way to the floor was vacant. When we entered the foyer, the smell of rich cherry wood embraced us. Candles flickered throughout the room, but it was the ones on the bar that invited us in. The maitre'd extended his arm to direct...
To know someone as I know you is a beautiful thing. Our ten years together has brought us closer, and formed a bond of mind and soul I had only thought possible in a romance novel, or some kind of fantacy. The term "Soul Mate" has taken on true meaning to me. To know you, is to know love, acceptance, and complete friendship in every facet of my life with you...
My name is Franklin Saint-Mars. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-one and 170-pound, brown-skinned and ruggedly handsome Haitian-American stud muffin. My friends call me the Chocolate Speedster. This right here is a special story I've got to share with you. It involves how I outsmarted the deadliest of enemies and made a name for myself in the circles of...
A couple of cute young guys recently moved in downstairs from me. They are both nineteen and I gave them the nickname 'the runts' since they are both about 5-6 tall, Steve weighing about 145 and Danny about 135. I'm a little older than them 25, and kind of a big girl, 5-6 tall and 200 well rounded pounds. One Saturday afternoon I was going down the back stai...
The day I met Stephen Lemieux is the day my life changed forever. My name is Afaf Al-Rahman and I’m a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the harsh environs of metropolitan Najran, Southwestern Saudi Arabia, and moved to the City of Makkah in the Al Madinah region during the eleventh summer of my life. My parents, Aref and Mona Al-Rahman work...
I was home after a day at college, getting dressed to go to an aerobics class at the gym. I had just slid out of my denim jeans and pulled a pair of black spandex shorts over my white g string cotton panties; pulled off my jumper and put on a matching black crop top over my bra. I went to brush my hair in the bathroom, when I noticed the door was shut. I ope...