Fatima's secret lair underneath the University seemed at first to be little more than a warren of tiny rooms for her to hide in alone while awaiting our arrival. A tour around it hardly took a hundred steps. As it turned out, however, Fatima was hardly isolated, and her reach extended a great deal farther than the confined spaces of her concealment. She was...
Author's note: This story contains some anti-gay slurs. This is not meant to insult anyone, but they are necessary for the telling of this tale. I hope that the reader can see past any offense he might take, and understand why they are integral to the story. ***** Mary Margaret had gotten a full tray for dinner. Chicken and dumplings were a special treat a...
I have mentioned once before that I am cursed with an active imagination. This also holds true when I sleep and especially while travelling, when I find my dreams clearer than usual. Even so, the visions I beheld the night of our arrival in Constantinople were sharper and stranger than anything I have ever known. Perhaps there was opium in the hookah I'd smo...
Hey all! Here's the penultimate chapter; I promised I'd finally finish something. All comments questions and whatnot are welcome via my profile page. ***** The next few weeks were very rewarding. Ian continued to work out, continued his training, and continued to fuck me and a host of other women utterly senseless. It was a simply glorious thing to see a y...
(To the reader: If you like the following story, the author would appreciate hearing from you via the PM function in the Forum section and can reply. The author cannot reply by email.) [The following is transcribed from a collection of papers recently found in a cardboard box in the attic of an old house in rural Vermont that was once a parsonage. It is...
Note to the Reader: I always get grief when I post a story with no sex in it, so this is fair warning: There is no raw sex in this story. It's a sexually-oriented romance about the consequences of swinging. * * * * * I had not seen Aaron Lerner in five years. Six years, once I stopped to think about it. I was at the Home Depot at Milestone Center, looking...
(Note to the reader: This is the second and final chapter of the third part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." The first part is titled "Fear and Lusting." The second is "Yard Sale." Each part consists of about 4 or 5 chapters, except this one, which I thought would be better served in two courses. I hope...
In the course of my conversations with Rick and Marissa, I told them, as I've told the reader, about my thoughts concerning nature, spirituality, the universe and things like that. Rick found my ideas so interesting that he suggested I start a blog, and I did. It caught the attention of Gerald at the National Park Service. I forget his title, but his duties...
They enjoy watching each other outdoors. If you are offended by affection between men in a loving MMF threesome – then this story is probably not for you. ***** We didn't wake again until the morning mists burnt off, and bright shafts of sunlight streamed in through the bedroom windows. We got up sexually satiated – and even a little sore: but very p...
We were together beyond all belief. We could not have known what we would be for each other ahead of time. We imagined what could be and made it happen. Not only that, our subterranean imaginations brought about an embodied, necessary, and unreserved truth. I was a woman. He was a man. Those facts never limited us, although they did many others. I pitied th...