Chapter I Starting college... Turner knew college came with a lot of challenges. He never would have guessed the adventure ahead of him. Let's back way up and give some detail. The main man in this story is a fella named Turner. He grew up in a small town. He had a pretty good group of friends of all types that stuck together throughout school. Throughou...
That damn email had sat in his inbox all day. The email was already in his inbox when Bill logged-on to start his day. It was the first message to post that day, marked as arriving at 6:23am. The message was from someone named Braddock at company called ViCE dot com. Who ever this Braddock guy was, he must have been some kind of early bird. This was the t...
All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 21 years of age. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is just coincidence. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Small Sugar Bowl ***************************** It was a cool Friday afternoon when the last of my stuff was carried up to the new apartment that I h...
The sun was high and hot, its light glittering on the surface of the Atlantic and beating down on the cigarette boat cutting through the low waves, piloted by a wizened Brazilian man in a tattered Parrotthead shirt. Inside the boat's cramped cabin David Mercer tapped away at his laptop. It was the same book he always worked on when he was idle, writing, chan...
Everyone portrayed is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. Le Coeur du Jardin (The Garden's Heart) My marriage to Gwen needed a boost; our fourth anniversary was coming up soon and something had changed over the past...
Disclaimer: All the usual, all the people portrayed herein are at least 18 years of age at the time of portrayed sexual congress, blah blah blah bling bling blah. If you're looking for something younger, you're using the wrong interwebz. Scram. Chapter 5- Crazy Can Be Good Cait snuggled into me, sighing happily. We'd just made love and were feeling sat...
**First public story submission, so apologies if things are a bit jankey. Contains lots of nastiness, including but not limited to: futadom, futa on female, cuckold, SPH, bondage, etc. All character are over the age of 18. Hope you enjoy :) ** ***** "Harder!...Ughh! Harder, fuck my dripping pussy harder, Skye! I love you, keep fucking me, baby! Oh god,...
Chapter 1 - Katherine It was early morning, very early indeed, but nature was calling. Paulo could not get back to sleep, not with that feeling and the accompanying stiffness. Indeed, that feeling and that stiffness. He opened his eyes and smiled up at the ceiling: had he a woman in his bed, a compliant or keen woman awake, or at least ready to be woken to...
Patti drove us up the main house in one of the golf carts and I was so nervous, I was shaking –and Patti noticed... Without looking as she steered the car up the winding paved walk-way, she put her hand on my bare knee, in a silent way of trying to reassure me that everything would be okay –but of course, I wasn't convinced as I wondered then for the first t...
Doing a skip-run after his feet hit the ground as he exited the diesel shuttle bus toward the electric trolley bus at the end terminal at Woodman and Patterson, George knew the trolley wouldn't leave him, but he hustled just in case it might. The shoulder strap of the guitar's gig bag slipped down his arm and he made a wild-ass grab to keep from dropping it...