*Author Notes: This is a story I am working on that is actually a choose your own adventure story, and can be found here on Chyoo (a sister site to this one), where you can add new lines to the story if you wish. It is also Part 2 of Blowjob Universe, and would best be read with Part 1. Thanks guys.* * You step through the door, and immediately everything...
*Disclaimer - all characters participating in any sexual acts are 18 years old* * Did I want to go and stay at my aunt and uncle's house? No, no I did not. But I really didn't have much of a choice. My mom and dad were headed out of town to one of their conventions for work and absolutely did not trust me to stay at home by myself. Was it for good reason?...
My name is Montana Witherton, and I'm a photographer for an international geographical magazine, a freelance writer for an adult porn rag. I'm thirty years old, six-foot-two, well built, with tanned skin, grey eyes and unkempt dirty blonde hair. I could be rich in a life of luxury, sitting behind a desk, running the empire my father meant to leave to me and...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: If male bisexuality offends you, hit the backspace key now. Also, this is a Flash Story. Peter Yubrey walked into Early's Grocery Store, his work boot sole flopping and slapping the tiled floor loudly with each step. He'd been working...
Lisa Marvell had always done everything that was expected of her, and every decision she made was calculated to help advance her career. She worked hard in college and got her degree in journalism. Although she grew up in the age of MySpace and later Facebook, she was always carefully not to post anything that could come back to haunt her in the future. She...
author's note: I love stories about vampires and werewolves and such; this particular story was influenced by just about every vampire story i've ever read. I hope you enjoy. ------------------------------------ Devan Rouge waited patiently for his victim to wake up. He did think of her as a victim, because this was the first time he'd ever held anyone in...
My story is unique. Yes I do mean that the like of it could not have occurred before. Well, that is a bold statement. One can never be certain for however bizarre an occurrence quite often one finds that many previous examples are on record. Mine may be too but it is so unlikely that I thrust my neck out and insist that it is unique. My name is Kamalee. I w...
Two women lived together in the house on Merriwether Street in Chattanooga, and most of their older neighbors thought this behavior was scandalous. The wagging tongues of old spinsters lashed them in the privacy of parlor tea parties reminiscent of days gone by, but the parties were only the pathetic struggles of a people unable to cope with the reality of t...
I was sitting on the edge of mom's bed next to the only window of our little apartment, listening to music from my tiny blue transistor radio. It was my favourite relaxation spot - when my mother was not at home, because it was also hers and in her half of the bedroom behind the dividing blind. I liked sitting there, not only for the breeze, but mostly for...
This is a story I wrote a few years back. It about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that she...