Disclaimer: Welcome to chapter 6 of The Square Peg. This story contains a relationship between a mtf and a ftm. Things don't always go perfectly. If you haven't read the previous chapters, much of this won't make sense. All persons having sex are over the age of 18. ****** I stared at Drew's mom, and she stared back at us, looking at me closely for a minu...
Saying Goodbye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue: CuriousOne has been just that for a long time...curious. Initially intrigued by the idea of sucking off another man, he searched the web to see what, if anything, was posted on the subject. He learned more than he expected. Fascinated by not only the information he found, but by how many men...
Whilst writing this story I realised I am hoping to build and extend the worlds of the main characters. Suggestions and ideas would be very welcome. Zoe's view: Three weeks forced with my feet up due to a sporting injury, doctor's orders. No sport, no fun, no weight on it. And even worse, this unfortunately also put a stop to going out as a crossdresser. E...
Interview at the BDSM club For the Context of this story, read, "Preparing for the BDSM Club." On Thursday night, I performed oral sex on Pam while she wore a pair of sheer panties. She had two massive squirting orgasms. She put her cum soaked sheer panties in a zip lock bag so they would not dry out. I couldn't believe I was actually going to wear them, a...
Hey everyone! Here's a fresh new story. Like always, all characters involved in sex are over the age of 18. Chapter 1: The Tables Have Turned Like any other night, I end up 50 shades of fucked up. Of course, when you're high on coke and drunk like a skunk. It didn't take me long to end up in the wrong part of town, looking for the kind of company you have...
They say that when you work with something every day you become desensitized to it. Justin could definitely attest to that. Like when you worked for a pizza shop and so would soon tire of pizza and no longer want to eat it, even at another restaurant. For Justin, however, it was porn. When Justin had first started five years ago, it had been hard to concent...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this is supposed to be erotic fiction but it's difficult trying to shoehorn regular smatterings of sordid sex into a post apocalypse story about saving the world and keep it credible. Apologies for the previous episode being a bit, ahem ... dry. Hope this one, that begins days after Chapter 12, sates your appetite. I mean no disrespect...
The next morning, Becky and I walked into the jewelry store a few minutes after it had opened. The older man who owned the store looked at us with a funny expression on his face. We approached him hand-in-hand. Becky, with her Hispanic heritage, was wearing jeans, a white blouse that draped over her giant breasts in the most alluring manner, and white cross...
AUTHORS NOTE: Welcome to another chapter of Jessamy Beech. I hope I've managed to bring all the numerous threads of the story together over the months and that you've enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it. This is an edited version as one of my eagle eyed readers rightfully pointed out a small geographical error that I've since rectified. And ye...
Part Fourteen: A Traitor of Two Nations Interlude Yavara sat upon a black throne. She closed her eyes and savored the discordant symphony of wails and moans, the drone punctuated by the clanking of chains and the cracking of whips. Exhaling contentedly, she opened her eyes. Below her laid a spectacle of depravity, churning masses of flesh oscillating to so...