How it all began... As sappy as it sounded, Heather was in love. Utterly, helplessly, joyously in love...with her husband. She knew most couples went through a honeymoon phase, where married life was all wonderful and perfect, until reality began to kill the fairytale romance. So far, the fairytale was still going strong for Heather. Nine years after meeti...
Part 6 of 8. Each part is self-contained and reading previous parts is not essential to the continuity of the story, but several recurring characters are only described in detail on their first appearance. Part 1: Ashleigh's Ride Home. Ashleigh misses her ride home after cheerleading practice. Part 2: Ashleigh's Game Day. Ashleigh and the other cheerleader...
The showroom of an Ohio strip club was teeming with excitement and horniness. The headlining feature dancer had just teased the fans nearly to the breaking point with her opening number. She'd bounced her enormous implant-enhanced breasts all over the place without unveiling them ... doing some of the naughtiest things you can imagine that might involve putt...
In keeping with my style, there is very little actual sex, though the theme is decidedly adult. If someone had suggested to me before I got married even the possibility that something like this could happen, I would have considered it too absurd to even dignify the comment with a response. I can’t pinpoint the time when the whole situation began to develop....
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over eighteen years of age. In the Middle Ages, as now, the development of sexual maturity depends largely upon diet. One can imagine poor people in the Middle Ages did not have abundant food and therefore matured a little later. Chapter one, in which Alexander obtains Julie, a poor farm girl Alexander, a proud...
Another Story, Just for you. (Well, not anymore.) * Author's Note: Though not posted in order, this is the last story I wrote for her. Unlike the other ones, this erotic story actually featured us. As before, I changed names around. I thought about taking out some of the kinkier/more personal shit, but I thought about it and I realized that raw, awkward, p...
"Oh, that's OK, don't worry about it, thanks for calling and letting me know. Sure, Tuesday at one fifteen works, I'll see you then. Bye now." "Alright, sweetie, my last appointment just cancelled, time to crack that merlot!" Lena was already one step ahead, as usual. Out behind the salon on the makeshift patio, she already had two glasses poured as she wa...
I. The ropes binding my wrists were rough against my skin, and every muscle in my small body tensed. I felt the eyes of every mercenary upon me, savage and hungry. My face went hot with fear, anger, and humiliation. Though in truth I had only myself to blame. I had been discovered in the whores' camp, dressed like a girl. And now I was bound and on my kn...
By the standards of any port city, Rogar was a tame fellow. He rarely got drunk, didn't gamble much, and he wasn't one to fight if given a choice in the matter, which he often wasn't, but nevertheless, Rogar did a fine job of staying out of trouble in the city. On the mountain, things were different. He could only throw axes and smoke the pipe with his bro...
Intern-ship. Welcome reader. I hope you enjoy the following piece. Feel free to rate and comment when you get to the end. My mother taught me everything she knows. Yumiko. She and my father live back in Okinawa. My father is, was an American, but he is more Japanese now. He won't even speak English at home now that he has taught me what he could. He sa...