Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I'm a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I'm the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I...
"How on earth did you break your bed, sis? It looks like a warzone in there!" exclaimed Alana. "I knew you've been seeing someone!" "Honestly, I haven't! It was just old and poorly put together, it was bound to happen," insisted Erica as she sipped at her cup of black coffee at her kitchen table. In her mind Erica had a flashback to her orgasmically charge...
Janet had been a little worried as she travelled to the location of the movie set. She knew that John had assured her that he had arranged it all and it would all be fine. She also knew that John would be arriving not long after her as he had some business to attend to first. John had said it was her Birthday treat, but she was unsure about the idea of posin...
***Hey everyone! First off, I wanted to say that this is not my usual genre of fiction. I've been professionally writing for five years, and when I had the idea for this novel I figured I'd give it a shot. The full idea goes something like this: Makayla is a college student, charity activist, and budding venture capitalist... As well as an adult actress. Her...
Stephanie Nickleson looked at herself in the mirror, her long strawberry blonde hair was done in braided pigtails, her makeup was perfect and made her skin look beautiful, her blue eyes sparkled and she loved the way her boobs looked in this outfit. Her 24B tits looked spectacular in the push up bra and this tight top they had given her and her ass looked am...
My name is Sandra Roland. I'm a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed, somewhat stocky but still good-looking, thirty-something lady of French-Canadian and Irish descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I work as athletic director of Kingman College in Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts. It's a tough commute, driving from Brockton to Chestnut...
Note: A first attempt at writing an erotic story. All the characters involved are over 18 years of age and entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. . . . India is a country of around 1.3 Billion people. Yes, that's correct. It is said that every 6th person in the world is an Indian. And just like how o...
Chapter 10 The next morning my mother still avoided me. I ate breakfast alone and left my house to get to the studio by ten o'clock. My dad was already at work. I hoped Suzy was successful in finding a place for us to live because staying at home wasn't an option anymore. Nothing had changed over night with my penis. It was still rock hard when I woke up a...
The evening betrayed the turn of seasons, the clicking of her heels on the pavement like the ticking of seconds as time ran out on summer. It had fallen from a swelteringly hot thirty degrees centigrade to a little over half that: cool enough for bare legs but still grounds for surprise when the breeze played over them, flapping the silk of the dress across...
Author's Note: The following story is a work of pure fiction. It is meant purely as erotic fun and offence is intended to anyone. Particularly Lindsay Lohan who I remain a big fan of. The cab waited at the red light for a few seconds and then moved on with its journey. The driver up front listened to his radio, completely oblivious that his passenger in t...