Old Dwight peeked over the top of the book he was reading: The Tropic of Cancer, one of the earliest popular novels that delved into the seamy, steamy world of erotica. He had been reading Henry Miller's lusting after Tania; "O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs? There is a bone in my prick six...
She could hear the twang of a steel guitar coming out of the truck at the next pump as she jumped from the cab of Dwight's truck to the ground. "Now I'm a branded man, out in the cold," sang Merle Haggard. Top 40 country was square, but she liked the sound of his voice. Low, plaintive, with a growl. Umm, she liked that. The desert wind blew across her thin m...
Minerva's eyes flew open, the feeling of anxiety that she had experienced was back and was much worse. The voices were now demanding that she come to the woods now and leave "the man" where he was because he would know where she went and that was just fine. All of the voices were clamoring in her head at the same time but there was a new one and this one ide...
Minerva fell asleep watching television as Aaron watched her. When she was sound asleep, he lay on the bed next to her and wondered what it would be like to hold her as she slept. His hunch was that she would like it unlike both of his late wives. After performing what both of them called their marital duties, Martha would immediately leave the bed and wash...
"Lots of gay and bisexual black guys love big white cocks, they simply can't admit it to themselves," Yolanda Stanfield-Jackson said, smiling as she watched her handsome husband Tyrone James Jackson suck their neighbor Dwight Adder's long, thick cock with gusto, right in the middle of their living room. Tonight was most definitely one for the ages in the Jac...
This is a follow up to the story Tangled. hope you enjoy reading. Prologue Denise McGrath stopped her car at the edge of the forest, near the beginning of a well known trail. She got out and unloaded her camping gear from the trunk, checking it for the third time that day: tent, flashlight, food, book, medical kit, bug spray. She wasn't used to camping, b...
Why is it when people share stories about losing their virginity, it sounds like a fucking fairy tale? If you just dig a little deeper and you learn the truth is nowhere near close. Oh, and don't get me started on the bullshit stories people write about how when a girl is deflowered by the man of her dreams, making it sound like a loving gesture of passion a...
"Where are you?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked in that voice and was so soothing yet so persuasive, like a teenage Barry White who reeked of self-confidence. "New Canaan," I said nervously, not believing that I had driven almost 4 hours this morning to get where I was now, on the shoulder of a highway just over the New York border in Connect...
Aaron looked at the unconscious form of Minerva and smiled, some things just didn't change no matter the era. He was sure that he looked quite the sight with his long hair and the same clothing that he had been buried in almost one hundred and fifty years ago. He wondered what they did in this day and age when women swooned like Minerva just did, probably th...
What is better -- REAL or MACHINE STIMULATION? Real probably will be different each time. OR Machine Stimulation that will be consistent each time. YEARS AGO Dwight was born in 2065 and raised in a small Northeast town about thirty miles from a major city. Learning and using computers came at an early age -- -- as Dwight's Father and Mother both worke...