He walked gingerly through the woods, feet barely touching the damp leaves that had fallen. Although he was staring straight ahead, and a casual observer might guess that he knew where he was going, nothing could be further from the truth. His eyes saw, his ears heard, and his skin could feel the moist air brush across his tawny body, but his brain did not i...
No connection to any persons or companies by the same, or similar, names is intended. This is totally a work of fiction. Note: The idea for the invisible man was "borrowed" from Frederick Forsyth's book, "The Day of the Jackal". Only the concept has been borrowed, no direct quotation has been used. * The office was quiet. George liked it that way. George...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
Sunday was finally here. I got out of bed early and went for a run. Ellen was still in bed when I returned an hour later. I looked down upon her. She looked exceptionally beautiful. In fact, she positively glowed. I put up coffee and stepped into the shower. I scrubbed myself and took special attention to my cock, balls and ass, cleaning them thoroughly. My...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
The skies above Ludington Street had a fuzzy brightness as the sun sought to penetrate the clouds, but there was still a crust of snow along the curbs. I was passing one of the earnest-looking brick buildings that housed apartments plus a few shops on the ground floor, taking in the sights, getting acclimated to my new home. I had recently moved to Escanaba...
"Good day to you class, I am back again," my heart was hammering wildly "I have come to supervise and assist this study group any way that I can." There was some cheerful hollering and applause all through the room. I knew they weren't clapping at my aid they were happy seeing me practically naked again. I blushed and walked towards the whiteboard that was l...
It all started at the Jaycee Fourth of July Festival in a little town named Van Buren in Clark County in Southern Illinois, it was 1981. I'm Dave Hughes, and three years earlier I had graduated with a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Illinois in Champaign. A bicycle manufacturer in Clark County recruited me to come to work for them, I...
Author's Disclaimers: First and foremost, this is a work of pure fiction! Second, any and all sexually active people in my story are over the age of 18. Third, all people mentioned in this story are only real in my own mind. I hope to achieve a loving wife story where the wife is truly loving. My name is Jim Watson, and along with my wife, Paula, we are fas...
There was a soft tapping on my shoulder. At first I thought it was my wife, then I remembered it was late Monday afternoon and the tapping was coming from someone else. I rolled over; it was Varina Jefferson, wife and part owner of the Antique shop where I'd bought some furniture. She was smiling at me. "Wake up sleepy head," she whispered, "it's after 4:00...