Tyrese Rutherford was bored out of his mind as he, his mother, and a small tourist group of pear-shaped corny yokels were lead through an Amish community in upstate New York. Tyrese was a city-boy, through-and-through, born and raised in the concrete jungle of Queens. He was not accustomed to being around trees, open spaces, farmland, and mud, which he caref...
Thursday, November 28th Thanksgiving Day I do not remember falling asleep, but suddenly my alarm was going off. Shortly after slapping the 'off' button I remembered I had a decision to make. After several days of incessant sexual teasing without release I had been given an opportunity to "pick my poison", more or less. When my wife Jess gets up this mornin...
Acknowledgements: My very grateful thanks to AngelLove for agreeing to edit this story, for her very timely work, and her valuable suggestions and corrections. Copyright 2006 by Zeta. All rights reserved. Max emerged from the shower like Aphrodite from the Paphos, refreshed and renewed, but most importantly a virgin. In the next room, Max's older sister,...
***This story is dedicated to my real 'Francis'. My name is Dawn. I was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana to a very strict, religious, Catholic family. My father (who was actually southern Baptist but brought us to mass anyway) was physically and emotionally abusive to me and my older brother after our mother died when I was six. We dealt with it in...
Looking back now, I'm not sure how it ever turned so suddenly from casual flirtation to all-encompassing, overpowering lust. Everything had moved so slowly - imperceptibly even - for so long. I guess I can't really identify any exact moment of change in our relationship, but I can start by telling you when I first met her. I was new to the city. I was new...
* This story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * All characters are eighteen years old or older. * The story is narrated by a nineteen year old girl in her own words, therefore the entire story is dialogue. * This is an erotic story with twelve characters, not just a one page, two character porn scene. Please no...
Note: This story is Part 2 of the series Melanie and Team Vasquez ~~~~~~ We gathered at eight, Friday night, returning to the game room of the house. Our Team V dinner had been fun, celebrating our success at the plant, but everyone really had been thinking about what would happen later. The video on the big screen showed couples dancing at a club somewhe...
For those of you who read my work you know what I'm going to say, for the virgins to my work; there are no graphic sex scenes in this story. There are only so many things that can go on between two people or three people or more. After reading or writing once about those things you're just doing reruns, so why bother. I enjoy writing about the characters,...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 26: Of Sandwiches and Steaks Emma seemed to have either totally forgotten or had chosen to ignore her behaviour on Sunday night and was perfectly normal and cheerful at breakfast. I thought that I prob...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...