Author's note: This is a personal fantasy. I make no apologies for the impossible stamina of the first-person narrator or the amount of sex over the course of one night in this story. :) -- After the squirting action just now, Josie was temporarily satisfied. Her thighs were visibly trembling and she was clearly sweaty. I didn't doubt that the little slut...
Liza moaned, the heat from her body palpable to anyone standing within a foot of her -- breasts heaving with the strength of her desire. He was so strong, even his hand grasping her wrist, as it was now, conveyed his true strength. Kyle was big man; broad shouldered with the kind of musculature that comes from a youth of hard labor. Of course, now he was 47...
Hello my readers. Most of you won't bother reading this, but it may be important latter. This is just a message telling you that this story will be a bit different that my other ones. This one will be as realistic as possible, so magic and tentacles will be on the bench for the foreseeable future. I wanted to try something less mystic-y and more my style. I...
After you lost your cozy job as a waiter you felt like such a failure as it was the perfect job for coasting into retirement. The hours were short, the workload small and the pay was great but you hated your boss as she always singled you out for staring at her tits, even though all the other employees did it too! After you got fired for stealing wine bottle...
"I have to get dressed," Mark said. He cupped Claire's ass one last time before getting out of bed. "I will really miss you," Claire said, kissing his neck. "What am I going to do without you?" "I'll come right home," he said. "I promise." The troubles were lifting, it seemed. After a few weeks longer than she would have maybe liked, Mark's office was fin...
(Author's note - Sonya is unaware of her nightmare and passing out when she fell off the bed in chapter 1. As far as she knows she has only had 2 fainting spells in a 24 hour period. You, the reader know that her dream counts as 3. I still have no idea what I'm doing. Pardon any errors in my work.) Sonya finally took her shower, her legs were indeed soaked...
What if you could... start over? Try again? Charge forward into life with a brand new perspective? Imagine a reality where you didn't have to look down at yourself and sigh; where you look in the mirror every day, with your ideal self looking back at you. Think of a world where problems like body dysmorphia didn't exist. Never too tall, too short, too thin o...
I slept in late on Sunday. The less time I was awake, the less time I would have to worry. My bridesmaids gathered at my house by 11:00. I had ordered in staff to do hair, nails, makeup and whatever else might be necessary to make everybody look as good as they possibly could. I psyched myself up to project the impression that everything was just fine. I e...
(NOTE: This is probably only useful to new writers, such as myself, as more experienced writers have probably already figured this out.) * * * * * The title may seem ridiculous, but adding an element of realism to your story could be a vast improvement. Yes, true life is boring sometimes, and erotic fiction is there for escapism, but a few touches of reali...
The pain in my cock was beginning to subside, and now my balls were unencumbered as well. Nicole tossed the ball weights aside, cupped my balls in her hands again, leaned her face about an inch from mine, and looked me right in the eyes. "We did it Pete! Are you ready to start our day together?" "You bet, Nicole," I smiled and put my lips forward for a k...