Tonight is the night. That single thought ran through the head of Daniel Derrick as he finished tightening up the lacing circling his left wrestling boot. As soon as his fingers finished manipulating the shoelace, he leaned back on his metal chair and simply stared ahead at the promotional poster plastered across the room. Depicting two half-naked compe...
"Have you screwed my Mum yet?" "WHAT" That "What" could have been followed by a row of asterisks, exclamation marks and various other punctuation marks, not to mention a selection of emojis, but the reader with normal sensitivities won't need them to imagine what the reaction would be from a man, laying beside his lover in post-coital bliss, if she posed t...
(I originally published this story under the name NewForester, but although this is the same author, I am now writing under the name Rockycoveboy. I still hope you enjoy the story the second time around). ***** The aching in her body was all consuming, reaching deep into the pit of her stomach –and she had no answer, not for the moment, anyway. The feeling...
In the morning after breakfast, Travis and Lisa broke camp and pushed their canoe off the pebbly beach. Lisa sat in the stern. Minutes later they arrived at the portage to tiny Jenny Lake. The portage trail was flat, short and easy. Travis had no difficulty. Minutes after pushing off on Jenny, they arrived at the portage to tinier Annie Lake. Once again, the...
We both woke up at the same time. The sun was streaming in and I had forgotten to shut of my alarm clock. We were spoon-fashion. She was snuggled up in front of me and nestling. It was a contrast to the dominant woman-in-charge who she was last night. It was very cozy and nice. She made sure to grind against my cock. "Mine!" she growled. That was more l...
Miranda Cortez: Ditch Girl To the reader: All sexually active characters are at least 18 years of age. This story is 11,000 words long (20 book pages) The plot encompasses both polyamory and mixed ethnicity relationships. I had liked the looks of Miranda Cortez ever since the first time I saw her. I didn't know then where she'd gotten those Latino genes...
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm on Heidi Baker's cell revived her, eyelashes fluttering against the morning daylight illuminating through her skylight as well as through thin curtains over her Eastern window. She needed blinds, the curtain was completely sheer and facing the parking lot. Pretty compromising at night with her lights on exposing her. Not that...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing. Read parts 1 & 2 firs...
"ARE you sure it's OK, darling" sobbed Rochelle, her beautiful green eyes brimming with tears. "Are you really, really sure?" "Of course, beautiful one," replied Mel, stroking her hair, and drawing her closer to him. "Just because I've done stuff like that in the past doesn't mean I need to do it all the time." "But... But... " Rochelle held Mel tightly, r...
This one might be just a touch, a tad, a jot, an iota over the top. The answer to that stereotypical LW cliché, that trite meme -- is not that the best revenge is a life well-lived -- it is a life really, REALLY well-lived. Enjoy. (BTW, if you recognise the accent -- it's not from there!) RAINE, ON HER PARADE "Damn, you're a hard man to track down." I...