The next morning Kevin awoke to find a note on the table that his mother and Jack had gone to find a place to live near the state university. He poured himself a bowl of corn flakes and went into the living room to watch the sports report on television. He sat down on the couch and used the remote to turn it on; he then took a big bite of cereal. A knock on...
*A story for/about a friend, hope I do your history justice* *This is my retelling of an online friend's experience. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty, and one or two embellishments have been thrown in. It is sexual in places, not as much in others. Not sure if I mean this to get people off solely, as I do intend with most of my o...
Hurricane Laura was set to be a record breaking, city destroying, un-survivable storm with a predicted storm surge of fifteen feet. Cameron, LA would be gone and the rest of Southwest Louisiana and parts of Central Louisiana would be decimated, without power for weeks. The problem was, it was eighteen hours until landfall and the storm in the gulf was still...
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This is the sixth installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the I...
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh." I blink . The burning red alarm clock next to my bed tells the time. It's 3:00 AM. Three fucking 'o clock in the morning. I try to block my ears with my pillows, but it doesn't do shit. The constant guttural sound pierces it like it wasn't even there. I lay back in bed. This was the third night this week I've woken up to this....
Sunday afternoon When Roxy locked me out of our duplex, I started to panic. I was stark naked and trapped in the back yard with the three guys who had just finished viewing, touching, and exploring my most private body parts to their hearts' content for the past three hours. I really couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I was sweaty and thirsty, my...
I had spent Wednesday and Thursday buying and installing mini spy cameras and microphones on my side of the duplex. There were three cameras and two microphones in the living room and two more cameras and another microphone in my bedroom. The cameras were all motion activated while the microphones were sound activated. Everything was wireless and monitoring...
As the days turned into weeks, Mary and I became inseparable when we were both home. She would come home from her mundane, middle management job at a county agency and cook dinner for both of us. Some evenings we would sit in the hot tub together or we'd watch an old movie on her television. It would appear to anyone looking that we were just neighbors who g...
When Mary pulled into her garage and closed the door behind us, I could finally relax. Except for a brief stop at a rest stop, I'd been laying back in her passenger seat, completely naked, and hairless with an erection. She kept me excited the entire time. When she would pull into the left lane to pass cars, I would press myself as a far down into the seat a...