First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...
The scent of patchouli fills the air. The smoke from my hippie-girl incense floats through the flickering shadows cast by the dozen or so candles that fill my bedroom. Soft Seventies Soul plays on my speakers and I am splayed naked and oiled on my bed with the sheets strewn on the floor. As I tenderly stroke my dick. A generous coating of oil glistens...
The following story is an original work of fiction. All characters described in this story are over the age of 18. If any of these characters resemble historical people, it is a coincidence. All rights are reserved. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. I will appreciate constructive advice and comments you may have. There is no reason to be...
Late Sunday Evening Jake also had all night. He had escorted his naked hostess into her house. Walking through family room to the hallway that led to the bedroom, Jake glanced in the full length mirror. He saw himself unabashedly naked with an old, similarly bare naked, lady on his arm. It not only seemed natural, it felt good. They were just to people wa...
Gretchen had promised me that if I lost my bet in regards to my sister, that I'd be whipped with an Australian stock whip. And since I lost that bet and since Gretchen isn't the sort to let me wriggle out of anything, I soon found myself in the basement, naked and tied to a bondage device that Gretchen called a torture tower. Now, the way Gretchen had me bo...
Ben is fighting for his life and he knows it. Grabbing onto her labia with both hands, he tries desperately to keep his body from sinking deeper into her pulsating chasm. Of course, this stimulation of her labia causes another huge tremor, slamming his face against the pliable wall; its sticky coating covering his eyes, nose and mouth, making it hard to brea...
This is the third part of the story. It might be enjoyable on its own, but it's probably better if you read the other two first. The first part is "Harry meets Salllie and her boyfriend", the second is "Sallie blows Harry and her boyfriend". A huge thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for her invaluable insight and suggestions. The moment the hotel room do...
In 'The Vicar's Wife', I told you how I got involved with Susanna, our Vicar's wife, and the wonderful sex we enjoyed together in the full flush of our lives. This story happened some months after - it was unbelievable! If you are deeply religious, perhaps you should skip this one. After the Sunday service, whilst waiting for our husbands, Susanna, the Vic...
This story is true. The names of everyone but me have been changed to protect them in their personal and professional lives. They are aware of this story being published and are almost as excited to see it published as they were to actually perform the acts described. I have always been adventurous in everything I do. However, sexually I was a little slow...
Molly was taking a break from writing when her cell phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, she felt her heart accelerate. It was her editor, Gwen, calling. Not only her editor though – Gwen had also become a sort of Dominatrix to Molly, in an effort to give her some real life experience, thereby enhancing the veracity and accuracy of her stories. Molly had n...