At twenty-three years of age, Vickie was technically still a virgin. Ever since she'd become sexually active in a manner of speaking, Vickie had still managed to hold herself to the notion that she would not have intercourse with a man until she was absolutely positive he was the one. Not that she was even saving herself for marriage. That idea was as archai...
Fetishes include horse cock "dickgirls" (a.k.a. futanari). Non-consent, light bondage, gagging, etc. All characters are full adults, over age 18, no underage sex is implied or inferred. ***** The people of the modern world think of elves and orcs as mythological races that always fight because orcs are evil and elves are noble. The real nature of their con...
Chapter 5 - Higher Callings As Dave walked into his own home, his phone announced that he had a text. He picked up the phone off the kitchen counter, and opened his messaging app. In glorious color, with perfect lighting, a photo graced the screen just the way Alice had sent it. The picture showed two side-by-side naked female torsos from neck to pussy, e...
"Do we really need to run 20 miles today? Why can't we do 18 again?" "Look, Phil. If you're serious about running your first marathon, then we stick to the schedule. Today is 20, not 18. You've got to get these longer runs in because the difference between 18 and 26 is huge. Trust me." "How many have you run? Five, right?" "This'll be number six. So it's...
My name is Greg Hartsfield. I wanted to write about something that happened years ago that opened my eyes about people. My wife's name is Carrie. It was hot. Sweat rolled off me and dripped into my eyes. I was helping my friend Hank build a cinder block wall around his back yard and the new in-ground pool he and Sara had installed. There was a nice hot tub...
This story is based on a song that I heard on the radio. It is written and sung by Brandi Carlile. I thought "This would make for an interesting story." I've heard the song a number of times over the last few months so I figure it's time. The name of the song is 'Every Time I Hear That Song'. I suggest that you listen to the song as just entertainment once t...
Chapter One Opportunity Knocks The slave was hanging from the ceiling. Her feet just touched the ground. If she stood on her toes, the strain on her shoulders was eased a bit. She was naked of course. Leather cuffs encircled her wrists. There were rings on them that were hooked to a chain in the ceiling. The chain was embedded into a solid piece of oak tha...
Meeting someone is like walking into the middle of a story; one where there's no beginning that defines who the characters are. If you're sincerely interested, you have to stick around and read between the lines, as well as spend a lot of time listening. Only then will you begin to understand what drives people to be who they are. This story is like that. Y...
**This story is long and features a lot of drama and intrigue. If you like short stories that get to the sex right away, this might not be for you. Otherwise, read on and enjoy!** CHAPTER 1 Diana walked up the stairs carefully, taking care on each step so as not to spill the piping hot coffee inside her mug all over her hand. The pitter-pat of her flip-flo...
It had been a long, hot day – first a 60 kilometer bike ride through variously developed – or variously dying - bits of Berlin, complete with small, well-done on-site lectures by the three German women grad-student guides. Then, afterwards, a semi-obligatory trip to a local night-club – complete with ten-foot visibility due to cigarette smoke. Ugh! And aft...