The Filthy Hermit—we'll call him that though he had long ago forgotten his name, and long ago had lost touch with anyone who might call him by name—lived in a filthy shack in the woods behind Seven Church Acres, one of the many upper middle-class subdivisions dotting Northern Virginia. In a long-ago period he scarcely recalled, the Filthy Hermit had owned on...
1996 Ohio "No shenanigans this time!" The ash-brown haired Marie declared. "We'll work in the dinning room." "Uh, yeah, sure." Darterrius replied confused. "You ain't a fan of my choice of channels?" At six-foot the light brown Darterrius towered over the nearly post white five foot one Marie. At his words her face had turned red. "You know why!" She st...
©2015 by Salacious Scribe. All Rights Reserved. Authors Notes This story contains cuckqueaning, voyeurism, masturbation, and clothed female nude male. If you don't enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story. The part about the AC going out and the open door is true, the rest is pure fantasy from my perverted sex-starved brain. ({*}) ({*}) ({*}...
Thickerwood Town by Lupine FellFallow was becoming increasingly annoyed with the other boy in the society of the ninth wall. The other boy seemed to be jovial enough when it suited him but in a few short hours he had also shown himself to be capable of acting the cantankerous lout and the obnoxious loudmouth. At the moment he was giving all manner of sharp t...
Chapter III -- Visions I awake early in the morning, the orange of the rising sun peaks through the window and splashes out across the room. I tip toe over to the window, the stone floor cold under-foot. A rush of warm air floods in, the sound of people hard at work echoes through the streets. The castle and grounds are overflowing with people. I look to t...
The kitchen timer rang, and I set my book down. I walked to the kitchen, feeling the plug in my ass shift with each step. My dick stiffened just slightly as I enjoyed the sensation, straining against the thin material of my thong. I turned off the timer, put some oven mitts on, and grabbed the lasagna out of the oven. I had just set it down on top of the sto...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Rosanna burst through heavy doors of brass and oak to relieve herself from the heat of the birthing chamber. She panted deep and desperate breaths. Her chest heaved while drops of sweat dripped down her shapely body, cleaving silk robes to the soft and golden skin beneath. She sla...
The characters in this story are over 18 years old If you read it please help to write a comment for the benefit of the writing. Thank you. *************************************** The loud music that came out from the neighbor's house made me wake up from my dreams. I walked out of the bed to open the fridge to drink water. My name is Joe. I am a Thai m...
Heather could not take her eyes off him as he walked across the room, stopping at a couple of tables to chat briefly. Making it ever closer to the chair right next to her. What then? She should run. Excuse herself, and just leave. Go back to her cabin and stay there until they docked in Bergen, then take a straight flight home. Home? Was it any more? Witho...
Disclaimer: All characters over 18 Zita I tried to finally relax, all the sounds, one after another, aside. Breathing calmly, mud all over and around me, I've herd movement in the safe distance. When I understood the match is over, I actually freezed even more and I waited when they will tell us to stand. As it turned down, they didn't bother. The ships e...