By: Alex Clayton / Diesel Jester *** Author's notes: This story, and subsequent ones with this title, is based on a drawing concept series and character art done by RoxyRex. Characters and scenarios within this series are done with the permission of the artist. When I originally wrote this, I was going through a bit of a rough patch and needed to get m...
"Do you think a woman could eat herself out?" Even now, bringing her feet down the wall step by step, inching her pussy closer and closer to her waiting tongue, the conversation Jenny had heard while walking between classes rang through her head. "What the hell are you talking about, Gerald?" "I mean, you know, if she was flexible enough, do you think a c...
---------- ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 ---------- AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone it has been a while. So this is a rather weird story that just kind of materialized over the course of 3 consecutive days of writing at 4:30 in the morning, which seems to be when I'm most inspired these days. This story is rather out there by my standards, but I though...
The following evening, Thursday, Dave and Paula arrived around after dinner. Francesca was still fully clothed as she had been entertaining Abigail and was just in the process of reading her bedtime stories until she fell asleep. Olivier and I shared a coffee with Dave and an edgy Paula until Francesca finally joined us. The five of us then went into the lou...
After the party, Leslie felt odd. For starters, she had an absolutely killer headache. And a tingling all over her body. And she couldn't find her glasses. She rolled over and slapped the snooze button. Goddamned alarm. Did it have to be so loud? Leslie stumbled to her feet and hobbled over to her nightstand, feeling around for her glasses. Nothing. She m...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
Tamara woke up to her ships alarm clock, it was time for her to get up and do her runs about her little ship. Tamara is a freelance mechanic who owns her own little freighter called 'GUTS' which stands for Guns and Utilities Technical Support. Tamara is 5'6" tall with brilliant green hair and dark brown skin, her eyes are a dark yellowish brown colour a...
I had been desperate to be taken by him for the entire semester. He was my exact type-intellectual and twice my age, with thick black glasses that complemented his thin face perfectly. But it wasn't until today that I had finally felt brave enough to try to do something about it, to turn all those nights of frantically rubbing my pussy fantasizing about bein...
Julie and I had been married five years. We had been moved, more-or-less forcibly, by my firm, from the North of England, to the Commuter-belt, semi-detached, keeping-up-with-the-Jones's-country, and all that. Our marriage was OK. If I say it lacked a certain spark, I risk a visit from the ACP (Authors' Cliché Police) but it was probably true of many five-ye...
The next night Edna warned John and Jane, "I have a friend from the Astarte Nunnery who is coming tonight. Do you mind if I have some ..." "Sex? That's right," answered John, "You'll have her, we will have each other." "What's her name, Edna?" asked Jane. "Chang Lequ. She is of Chinese descent." John guffawed and explained, "Lequ is the Chinese translati...