Jean and I have been friends forever; we met at the beginning of high school, two girls who couldn't have been more different yet bonded over a mutual sense of humour and shared desire to learn and do all things sex related... Jean is 5ft 8" with black hair that flows in billows down her back and brown eyes that will make you feel like the luckiest person al...
This is a stand alone story, but reading "The Failing of Words" can give a bit better context to some parts. Contains: Boobs of inordinate size and the aftereffects of a good party (All characters are fictional, only characters 18+ perform sexual activities) ------- Craig's head pounded like a dozen frenzied sledgehammers. All he wanted to do was curl up...
When Andy got home his girlfriend was with him. It was getting on towards dinner time and I was about to start cooking something so I naturally asked if she was staying for dinner. It turned out she was so I just expanded what I was preparing enough to cater for three. Apart from that I basically ignored Tiana and Andy, figuring that they were quite capable...
Stuffy.... officious... prude! Lauren ran through the list of insults in her head. Her Vehement hatred blazed clearly in her eyes. Overpaid! She brushed brusquely past an office secretary, who made a slight sound of protest, which was stifled by Lauren's incredible rage. Lauren reached the elevators at long last and pounded the button for the bottom floor,...
I woke slowly, vaguely aware of two bodies on either side of me, although, I soon became acutely aware of the one that lay more on top of me than beside me. I felt your breath on my shoulder, and your dick against my hip. I shift just a little, and try to stretch my well pleased body, but that only makes me more aware of your dick now hard against my hip. I...
Chapter 5 - Selfie Up to this point in his mind the suit had been the invading other. Something devouring him. Something that wasn't shaping him so much as shaping itself over him. But the suit no longer existed. To think of his body as costumed was absurd. He could only feel himself, the volume of his body in the coolness of his apartment hallway. His roun...
“I’m okay. C’mon Jan, it was your standard California earthquake. Well of course it’s all over the news, it’s an official natural disaster. There is no need for you to drop everything and fly home. Just imagine that conversation with your agent, your editor, and the publisher - exactly. Look, I’m fine, the house is fine, and the rest of the houses in the nei...
Here I am at the age of 50, a white male married to a woman who is more of a roommate than a wife. It's been so long since I felt the touch of a woman or had sex is that all I can remember about sex is how to spell it. I found one of those Internet dating sites and responded to some women's ads without any luck until one magical Wednesday. There was an ad fr...
I shook the handle on the door, made sure it was secure. "Why'd you want to see me, anyway?" said Croc. "It's about Batman," I said. "We're rethinking some assumptions," said the other Harvey. "Shut up, Harvey," I said. "If this is about killing the Bat," said Croc, "it's been tried. I mean, his back was broken, he got shot with a time ray, all the Lazaru...
Stanley Toussaint is a native of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and he's been living in Florida for the past eighteen months. Stanley's aunt Gertrude Toussaint sent for him after his parents, Dorothy Jean-Toussaint and Mathieu Toussaint perished in the earthquake which devasted the island of Haiti. The loss of his parents was a terrible blow to Stanley, and he...