I flew into Boston about an hour ago to visit my little brother in college. My brother well adopted brother Mike was supposed to pick me up at the airport but he must have forgotten. I took a cab to his apartment with the intention of giving him a huge rash of shit for leaving me there. When I got to his place there was no answer at the door and I was getti...
Prologue Henry was a Junior in college who was known around campus for having founded a start-up right after high-school that he had sold off for a huge profit during his Sophomore year. Not only was Henry loaded after selling his business but he was also a well-respected and popular guy among the students. His fellow classmates often came to Henry for advi...
"Raul, we need to talk," Fatima Sayyid said, as she sat down at the breakfast table, and the tall, curvy older Arabian Muslim beauty looked at her lover through somber eyes. Raul James took a sip of the overly sugared coffee he was holding in a ceramic cup, and then set it down. Forcing himself to be calm, he looked at his beloved Fatima, and braced himself...
Quick Note: This first chapter is the introduction to the story, and should be considered as such. More erotic scenes will follow. Thanks :) -------------------------------------------------- Frankie and her mom were the most beautiful women I'd ever met. Not everyone might agree with that if they saw them, but that's just fine. Gothic women aren't for ev...
When I was in college, there was a gay man in his 50s who lived alone in the 2nd-floor apartment directly across the narrow courtyard from mine. Since our apartments were mirror images, his large living room and dining room windows faced mine, and neither of us usually closed the blinds, as we both had indoor plants hanging in the windows. His name was Quint...
Jason awoke to a hard slap to the face. His eyes fluttered open to find himself naked and bound to a tree in the woods. He wasn't sure why he was here. He never wronged anyone and always followed the law. The last thing he remembered was locking up the comic book store he worked at. It was about 10:30 at night when he was walking to his car when a van pull...
Saint Mary's was a Catholic boarding school in the middle of nowhere. It was an old Gothic-style mansion that was converted into a school when the previous owner died and willed his family's estate to the Church, provided that it would be turned into a school. Beth Chandler was my best friend…my only friend, in this prison called Saint Mary's. We met when w...
Now that I'm close to retiring, I have lots of time on my hands. My name is Sharon Van Hoevell and I'm a librarian living in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. The crown jewel of R.S.A. I was born on November 9, 1957 and have lived in the region of Gauteng for most of my life. I have lived through some of the most interesting times in the history of the...
Being a slave was not the life I grew up dreaming about. As a girl in a rich family, I was taught independence and responsibility. My father made sure I never depended on anyone. I made straight A's all the way through med school. I was always the leader type, but my fantasies had been tormenting me from age 13. Since I found out about porn and erotic storie...
The Country side was far from silent once the moon was in the sky. The birds flew and the wolves howled. The insects chirped their mating calls. The wind blew the leaves of the trees to make them rustle. And the only light that was up was the light that the moon emitted. Everything else was quiet as when it gets dark that means it is bed time. Only in one...