The following is a work of fiction, and all participants are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Please feel free to give me your feedback, or comments, and of course, vote. Thanks *********** The sun was shining bright this wonderful spring day. It sparkled on the ocean like every diamond in the world had been d...
Chapter Sixteen – Angel. There still were days when the sun gathered its waning powers to dissolve the creeping mists. Days when it could incite the surrounding hills, turning its sides into a splendor of gold and orange. But more often, like now, the winds thrashed the windowpanes, thunderous rainstorms shaking the building. Autumn had come to the house...
This was my initiation. This was my awakening. The car wreck had jarred my memory. Things were fuzzy, unclear... but then it started to come back to me. Was it a past life or memories of this life? There she stood across the cold stone chamber of the castle at the bottom of the stairs, there at the great banquet hall in the castle we call home. Anna, th...
Anthony and Eva lay for hours talking after that first taste. Anthony never did reveal what exactly it was that inspired his actions, but Eva had her suspicions, still. That night, Eva lay with her limbs wrapped around Anthony's strong body and fell into a very deep and satisfied sleep as she envisioned herself as his slave. The following morning, when Eva a...
Continuing Extracts from Journal of David Whipple Thursday Well, It's official. Ron is staying here. My parents are letting him use the basement room. It's a great space with a semi-private entrance through the back door. When we first moved here I was only 6 but I remember that the room was supposed to be a rec room. It quickly turned into a storage room...
*This is my first but hopefully not my last erotic story. *Any and all comments are welcome, without feedback I can't improve. *I hope you enjoy the characters and the story, many thanks for reading. -Peaches ***** She dropped her keys for the second time. "Fuck!" she snarled as she picked them up from the floor. Her hands were trembling. Mentally sh...
Marie was back on her bed. She couldn't think of exactly how or when she'd gotten there, but it didn't really matter. A sudden shock of pleasure radiated from her pussy and she gasped. She reached between her legs to bury her fingers in Eva's thick black hair. Eva pressed her tongue against Marie's clit again and smiled when she let out another gasp. Marie c...
(FutaWriter here - Sorry for the absence in all honesty I was just feeling lazy. I'm going on a trip to France for the next month and a bit so I and Tara Quinn will be taking a break. The next Quinn story will be a big one. *wink* Take this pretty short short story to tide you over. It's in another universe, but let's say they're in the same multiverse. (Jus...
In Holland, children get presents from Saint Nicholas instead of Santa Claus. They place their shoe by the fireplace on the three Saturdays before the Happy Evening, which is on December 5th. When they set their shoe they put in a carrot for the horse of Sinterklaas and they sing a few songs about him and his helper, Black Peter. If they have been good durin...
Negotiation Tactics His name is Viktor Kurienkov. Loving husband...devoted family man...prominent businessman. For the last two days he has been engaged in negotiations with UnitedFutures Incorporated concerning the acquisition of a small oil production plant that his company – Kurienkov Holdings – owned which had control of the primary distribution line t...