Note: All characters are 18 years of age or older. Titchester Chronicles: The Tit-Tip Bar "So do you fancy it?" asked Rachel again. Sammie came back to earth with a bump and sighed. "Well I fancy it Rach, but I'm flat broke so unless you can come up with a venue or pub that doesn't require money then I'm out until next payday," and even then most of it wi...
Chapter Three: Hot Wheels Valarie and Nelson had sex three more times that night, napping in between. Valarie rode him once, took it doggy style another time and lay back and spread her legs wide the third time. She came once more, him three times. They both were wet and sticky and as happy as could be. Valarie didn't think she was falling in love with Nels...
Warning: this story contains bdsm and is the strongest story out of the lot. If you want to skip till the eight then do so. I will revise the conclusion in its prologue. IF bdsm is your kind of niche then each POV of the captive warrior woman has different style of bdsm. ***** Prologue: Defeated and dragged out like an animal, Nagma left behind a trail o...
WARNING: If you want bad things to happen to women who have sex outside the marriage, or to the men who have sex with them, click the back button NOW. This is an impregnation fantasy. There is no "Burn the Bitch" ending. It is also an utterly improbable concept, which in real life would result in the immediate and permanent revocation of the licenses of a...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. * I closed my eyes in anticipatio...
Nicole shouldn't have been surprised that the largest building in the city was also the centre of slave trade for the Rutan's. It seemed all roads led to this one central building, and as Cronus pulled Nicole inside she grew nervous for what she was going to find inside. How the hell, amongst all this hustle and bustle, was she to sneak around and find anyon...
"After the long day we've had, I feel like taking a swim and plopping myself in the whirlpool for a while," I said with a deep sigh to Kate, my executive assistant. We had just stepped into the hotel elevator and I had just pressed the button that would take us to the third floor. My back was sore from setting up our trade show booth all afternoon and I wa...
I stepped from the cab into the pouring rain. Holding my leather Bosca briefcase over my head, I cursed under my breath for leaving my umbrella at the office. I reached into my suit pocket and quickly withdrew a sum of cash from my wallet. I rapped on the window with my hand and the driver slowly rolled it down, just an inch. I pushed the money through the o...
For those who are true AfroerotiK fans and keenly observant, they will realize that this story is a sequel to the Dominant Black Tales series. For those who are not as versed in my erotic tales, they can read the story of Bryan and his wife Rebecca in Dominant Black Tales. ***** Everyone thinks that what they believe is right. It's the mind's self-preserv...
The subway was particularly crowded, and I pushed deeper into the crowd in order to give some room to an older fellow with a seeing-eye dog. The twenty minute ride from Porter Square, where I live, to Park Street in downtown Boston where I work was easier than the long commutes my friends at work suffered through. Still, on days like this the tight quarters...