Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such deta...
G'day All, It's finally here, the last chapter of A Slow Descent. I got sidetracked on another project so it's taken longer than I would like. Just a quick recap Helena is a married real estate agent and mother of two. She leased a large house to three musicians from the city to use as a recording studio and becomes enthralled by the new comers as they se...
Authors Note: This story is long and will take a bit of time to read. It's closer to short novelette than short story. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------------ The morning dawned misty and quiet, the birds hushed and the wind stilled in the presence of magic itself. She walked deliberately and slowly from her thicket in the depths of the woo...
The phone ringing wakes me, my head pops up looking right at it. When it rings again I move to it, Tony only rolls over as I pick it up. "Hello." I'm sitting on the edge of the bed stretching my legs, a small groan escapes me. "I'm calling for Tony Samson I hope I didn't get the wrong number." An older man's voice says to me. "No you got the right number,...
Chapter 1. At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of ejaculation. Her tight grip at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity. His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside pavi...
All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Mosquitoes buzzed outside as a young woman stuffed wadded-up pieces of toilet paper into holes in old window screens. Naked in the stifling humid heat, she slapped her hand against her neck, squishing a small splat of blood out of one of the infernal pests. "These little fuckers...
She looked at me curiously over the top of a drink. We were sitting on the patio by the pool, late on a Friday afternoon. I was sweaty and tired from hours completing a complex Internet installation at her family's home. Behind us, speakers floated Mozart from an Internet radio station. It sounded very nice, but had taken a lot of work to put in place. "Y...
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I stood in my open apartment/office hybrid, overlooking the bustling street outside through the rain streaking the window pane. My apartment wasn't quite downtown, but there were still plenty of morning commuters and go-getters out. It was a typical Tuesday. Dreary, but that was to be expected in Seattle. And likely rather calm. I had some computer work to...
The cloak of night fell upon the Camp of Blessing, few rays of moonlight made it through the moving clouds. Tonight was especially quiet out here, the school almost seemed abandoned. No guards on the hallways or around the main courtyard. The dinner hall was empty, unused. Only a light flickered through the windows of a chapel. More precisely, the novice's c...