It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Comp...
Part 1: Sherry and Peter are Initiated When Alex invited me to his party I accepted without reservation. He had a reputation for throwing the best parties in town, although I did not believe some of the darker rumors. "And bring that cute wife along too." He added as he walked away. I knew that Sherry would be thrilled as well since we had not been out in q...
Author's note: My apologies for the delay in posting this. What can I say? Life got in the way and foiled the best laid plans of mice and writers. Please enjoy, and feedback is welcome as always. * Ryan had just saved her work log when her phone rang. She answered, hoping it wasn't a last-minute request for anything. She was anxious to finish up and get ou...
The first month of fall on Cape Cod hosted by Debra, his only aunt and her husband Gene had come as one of those invitations only a newt would decline, so Danny Fellows quit his job as a financial consultant and headed for the US, figuring to stay in for six months -- spending the other five months wandering around. Entry was no problem because although he...
This story begins when I was 18 years old. That wasn't very long ago, but so much has happened to me since then that I feel much older. I have gone through experiences that set me apart from everyone else I know. In truth, I feel set apart from everyone else on the planet. I can no longer take reality for granted. When I was 18, I was a fairly normal teenag...
USS Surefoot, Deck 2, Study Room: Sasha told the others about the Nist invitation to the execution of her mother's murderer - but as she did, she could see the beginnings of doubt creeping into some of the faces. Jonas and Kitirik, she expected such reactions, given their passive natures. Neraxis was a surprise, but then the Bolian, for her role as the Squa...
Disclaimer: I do not own American Horror Story: Apocalypse. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place after Episode 5. ***** Just one dance. That's all it had taken. Just one little dance, which wasn't even a result of booze or drugs, but some ass hole Warlock showing off his powers making them dance ar...
Dene had pulled my head down between her legs and I nestled contentedly in her soft bush. She stroked the side of my face with the backs of her fingers, and then reached down to lightly massage my shoulders and upper back. I began kissing the outline of her treasure trail all the way up to her navel and back down the other side. I nipped gently at the fold o...
*** Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** It all really started on a Monday. One bright sunny Monday, early summer, an unusually warm day for June in England. And it really was stupid thing to do. Sun-bathing in a bikini in my back garden, that is. I'd o...
I hate accountancy. Why I ever chose to study it I don't know – yes I do; because my father is an accountant, and since he pays the piper – that's me – I have to play the tune he demands. Well, I didn't have to, but I opted for a quiet life. You know, I don't think that those destined to be accountants ever have dreams about sexy naked girls. I'm sure they...