All characters are adults. Reminder: Noire isn't uplift that improves your mind and makes you a better person. Noire is life without its lipstick and perfume. So if you're a delicate snowflake you may want to brew some tea and go read some poems. ***** The bad, the worse, and the ugly Sitting on a sofa across the room from me I saw a good looking older...
Glen and Emma had been together for a good five years or so. Things were hot between them for a good while, but like all long term relationships things cooled over time. It was normal, natural, and though they both had periods of sexual frustration, they made time for each other when they could and were loved well and mostly content. Sadly, life set them ba...
Just a silly flash story, not that good but it was pounding away in my head to get out. No sex, no raac, etc. ***** You ever have one of those days when nothing seems to go right? I should have realized that today was one of those days when I got a call to go out to the south of town to unlock a house. I've always disliked that part of town, it's full of r...
This is the sequel to Southern Sounds found in the Erotic Encounter Section. -------------------------------------------------- Southern Night It was enough to take the breath out of the air. There he was, 10 years to the day after he climbed into his truck and rolled away into the steamy nights of her imagination. And she was completely scared. "I told...
"I don't believe it," I said. "I saw it with my own eyes," said Dolores. It was still an hour until lights out. It was a warm evening, and one of us could have gone up to the upper bunk. But we'd gotten kind of used to sharing the lower one. It would get colder later, anyway. "Every falling star I ever saw just left a narrow streak. And it only lasted a...
I've always been smart – except when it comes to matters of the heart. As early as third grade I remember my teacher, Mrs. Grimes, telling me "Amy, honey, there is no reason to cry over Brad Hamilton not liking you. Little boys can be jerks. You're the smartest kid in class – use your brain, not your emotion." I tried to listen to her advice – I guess not ve...
Author's notes: Although there's a few hints of things to come, there's no sex scene in this chapter. It's devoted to character and plot development. My use of mixed mythology is an essential component of the story itself. The plot will become more complex as the story continues. As you can see, I'm trying to put more than just sex into this tale. I hope i...
What had started out as a fun hiking trip had quickly turned into a disaster. When we set out for Gallow Mountain, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, we'd planned a whole weekend around the trip. We packed up the car and set out on our road trip, excited to hike, climb, explore, and relax. Blake stopped and doubled over, his hands on his knees. He groaned audib...
"There is no such thing as freedom of choice unless there is freedom to refuse." ― David Hume "Don't get anywhere near us!" hubby screamed, testing potential slogans for his assisted living home franchise. I retreated, as though the guy'd been tattooed with 500 radioactive warning labels. Such stated, I was already across the room. Aside from crawling ben...
All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. Chapter 8 I have only been a toilet for a few hours, but time moves slower when you have shit in your mouth. Ms. Stone's diarrhea was brutal. I felt shell-shocked, and was convinced the shit inside me was eating away at my brain. It's as if I'm turning into a real toilet, losing my humanity one...