Late May, 1990 It was a warm, sunny afternoon, Hines Wadsworth; a noted realtor was showing Conrad several properties on Wrightsville Beach. "Wrightsville Beach is not your typical beach resort town. It's quite unlike Myrtle Beach, for instance. There is no carnival atmosphere — no Ferris wheels, no arcade, no mini golf or bumper boats, and only a few gau...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
("Revenge of the Coeds" is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.) You may recall the real life story "Coffin Candy" that initiated my brief career as a lady of the evening. Angela, Suzanne and I did not get mad. We got even. If you recall, the boys of Phi Gamma Nu...
CJ was like hundreds of other young black men in the cities across the country. He went to school, got decent grades, played on the high school sports teams, and had a pretty girlfriend, and thought about sex ever 4 seconds. Where CJ differed from the norm, was in what he was thinking about. CJ was introduced to sex very early by a babysitter with emotional...
When I entered hospice I was admitting that my money had failed to save my life. I'd visited doctors all over the world but I was still here, waiting for my time to come. Barely a year after contracting a disease doctors didn't even have a name for and my time was running out. But if nothing else, dying slowly gives you ample time for reflection. My forty y...
A number of years ago, I knew a woman (on-line) from Germany who had a very (to me) peculiar fetish. She was a zaftig blond who could have been a stand-in for any Valkyrie Maiden swooping down on some ancient Norse battle field, plucking fallen warriors and transporting them to Valhalla. She was also a prostitute. A large (but not fat) woman herself, she was...
Companies of heroic soldiers advanced, clashing with wild bands of Orcish defenders, driving toward the battlements across a rock-strewn field. Iron pierced flesh, splintered bones and spilled blood on dry cracked earth; cries of triumph mixed with anguished screams of death, and flashes of sinister magic lit the very air afire. The brave soldiers advanced;...
#53 It's an odd thing when a number so seemingly meaningless such as 53 becomes part of a very strong memory you will treasure for the rest of your life. This isn't a story or a dream or something you imagine and rub firmly between your legs to. This is real life. This is a single weekend so dripping with a perfect mixture of love and bdsm that for a momen...
When I finally got home I was puzzled to see a light on in the lounge. My father was sitting up waiting for me. On thinking about it, I was surprised that he hadn't called me, as I was sure Susan would have called home. But then my dad has this thing about mobile phones; he wouldn't have one, and refused to call one, even if the shit had hit the fan. "Just...
This night had been a long time coming... Jessica Stevens, or "Jessi" to her friends, had fantasized about being with a "T-Girl" for months. Ever since watching the "Ally McBeal" subplot involving a gorgeous "she male," Jessi had thought about how incredible it would feel to have a hard cock inside her and a beautiful pair of breasts to suck on at the same t...