[Day 1] So, alright, where do I start? I guess I'll start by saying that my name is Alyssa McAllister. I've always been described as the adventurous type. Last year I graduated from Vassar University with a degree in International Studies. When I was 20, I spent the summer backpacking from Spain to Russia with basically nothing but a few dollars in my pock...
Marcus and Doug had been collecting and studying water and soil samples based in a remote village in the Democratic Republic of the Congo for three weeks, and were more than ready to leave for home. The two men wearily stacked boxes and carefully stowed samples into special, environmentally controlled containers. Both men's shirts were nearly soaked through...
"I hate weddings" I thought to myself. Looking down at the most hideous dress I had ever been forced to wear, I sighed. I am tall for a girl at 5'8" and have a pretty good figure for a woman my age. Long blondish red hair and blue eyes complete my package. But at the moment all I could think about was how my feet hurt in these stupid shoes and how ugly this...
Part 9 He wondered what it was. The physical attraction. But there was more; not just lewd thoughts and acts. She was a nice woman, a great figure, gay, and resourceful, both in the office and in bed. Or wherever. He enjoyed her company, her laughter, her sexy voice, her smell, her taste. While occasionally they tried to abstain from bodily contact, general...
Sylvester Chartier is the name I go by. I'm a big and tall Black guy of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard at the local Art Gallery. I'm just trying to make some money before school starts. In September 2011 I will attend Carleton University. It's why I moved to Ottawa, Ontario, from Boston, Massachu...
The next day, as dawn broke, Darla awoke in a misty cloud of morning dew; dazed and immobile. Her hips moved involuntarily and slowly made wide circles; while her back arched at the ecstasy being applied between her legs from Robert's tongue, which explored the folds of her pussy, as he delicately separated and probed her sensitive flesh that she had involun...
Copyright © 2017 by Richard Gerald dtverson, a good friend, recently wrote a story using the play "Tea and Sympathy" by Robert Anderson as a backdrop. I have never seen the Deborah Kerr film, but I have read the play and seen it perform on stage. Something has always bothered me about the Anderson play. The main character engages in adultery with if not a...
Hey guys, Once again, thank you for your overwhelmingly positive response, I really appreciate it, it's where I get the courage to continue. All errors that may be present are mine, I have not used an editor as yet, though if you think I need one please let me know and I'll try to find one. As always, creative criticism is most welcome and please don't fo...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" said a deep, masculine voice, and I looked up to see a tall, handsome black man in a police uniform looking at me, a concerned look on his face. Seriously, the dude had to be six-foot-four or more...he was huge. Lying stark naked on the mud, my hair soaked with rain water, filled with dirt and grime in places I didn't even want to t...
This is filed under Erotic Horror because as it goes along, it'll feature gruesome deaths and violence. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff, along with non-human magical creatures. If none of that is what you're after, don't bother continuing from here. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18. * *...