(Alright. This is my first story. Tell me what you think) Since I can remember, he has always been there. He would stalk me, chase me, hunt me...love me. His name is Luke, and as a child he was my friend. He was my protector and the best friend I ever. The friend who I didn't care whether or not anyone else liked. We did everything together throughout eleme...
On this rainy autumn morning, while Pearl was sitting on the living room couch and folding laundry, Darren approached her with something gleaming in his pretty ice blue eyes. He'd decided to stay home, which meant that Pearl was already planning out a fresh lunch for him. There was some frozen, packaged ground beef thawing out in the sink, partially submerge...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. Robin Rizzo looked like a young Liz Taylor, everyone said it, and it was true, her beauty was striking. Robin was a reporter for the Bay City Sentinel, and the owner of a brand new Detroit Motors 'Road Rager' convertible she splurged for after her promotion to Senior Investigator. She bought the Road Rager with all the sexy optio...
"So, Harold, did Lori ever do more with you than flaunt her body and masturbate as if she did not know you were watching?" Our next round of drinks arrived and my old pal Harold, paused until the bartender moved away before answering. It wouldn't be seemly for two middle aged men to be overheard discussing the sexual appeal of one's step daughter. That migh...
(All characters depicted in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older) I would like to thank my editor Todger65. Friday I felt horrible. Here I was sitting with Angela, my girlfriend who I cared for deeply, acting like everything was perfect, but I had cheated on her with a complete stranger, who is married! I was a special kind of bastard...
Agnes couldn't sleep that night. Stupid Beau. Stupid Agnes. Being 25 and staying at home in a small town called Paradise Falls (which was a real joke as to how fitting the name is), Louisiana far from anything interesting sounded like the perfect nightmare. There was only one road in and out of that town. Sometimes Agnes would take the car and just sit at th...
This is the one chapter of the story that is conspicuously missing sexy times in favour of storytelling. The future chapters will (I hope) more than make up for this. Enjoy! ___ ___ ___ Rachel was tragically late for her first day of work. Fortunately her boss, none the wiser, arrived even later. Rachel had suffered from a horrible restlessness during...
The name is Ayaan Khalid and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I wish I could say I was just your average ordinary gal but I can't. A while ago, fate and happenstance conspired to change my life forever. I always knew that I was different, I just never knew to what extent. The day my life changed forever I was w...
Everywhere she went, the man sure did follow. At first Dakota thought it was funny, and cute, but now it had gotten annoying, like a giant block in her life. A giant life sized cock block with dark brown hair, brown eyes, a strong jaw line, and tan skinned from working as a landscaper all day long named Nate. She first saw him in the parking lot of "The Good...
NOTE: This is the start of a book that I wrote of our (mostly) true adventures in swinging. I hope you find at least some of our adventures humorous. Prologue: Before We Get Started, Please Buckle Up! So. This is the beginning. Of the book. About swinging. No not the jazz dancing kind of swinging. The other kind of swinging. You know. The kin...