It was nearing midnight, Halloween coming to a close. All the little kiddies were at home sifting through mounds of sweets in preparation of cavity orgies in the days to come. Most adult revelers were still partying or finding spots to nurse their binges. Usually, I'd be home with a tumbler of Johnnie Walker Black in hand, microwave popcorn by my side, watc...
My wife Meredith is no prude. Still I had come across the website by accident in a google search. Curiosity got the better of me and I saw that it was filled with all genres of erotic tales. I would occasionally read a story just for entertainment. I wondered how many of the stories were true. I expected that some were just that, stories, but I felt that som...
Author's Note: The following is purely fiction and the property of the author. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. * My name is Robert, but when I am dressed I call myself Vicki. I am 5'9" 160 pounds, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had just turned 18. Mom and my Step Dad were away on vacation leaving me home alone. The past several days I had been...
As the evening closed in Hannah Scott formulated a plan. At dusk she got ready for Vernon, Mike, and the camp out. Digging through her clothing she found a short mini dress with spaghetti straps. It had a floral print with a hem that barely concealed her ass cheeks. The thin straps holding it on her shoulders revealed massive cleavage. Going braless offere...
Justin checked his watch and let out a loud sigh. It was almost 6:00pm and Gina still wasn't there. He grumbled to himself for the umpteenth time about having a partner for this latest project. He had been working at this company for a little over five years now, and had proven how capable he was. The only reason this green-behind-the-ears yuppie was getting...
You receive the e-mail from me one morning as you're checking your messages. It's a simple one: "My wife is out of town for the weekend. I'll be making plans to come down to your town. I want to see you when I'm there. Check for me in the chatroom." As you read the brief e-mail, your crotch moistens noticeably. We had talked so much about actually meeting,...
The street lights shine dimly over the long concrete roads that lead to fairly sized hotel complex. Cars come and go, while some sit in the parking lot for who knows how long as their owner lounges up in the tower floors of the hotel's tower. Patrons, guests, workers and inhabitants shuffle in and out the glass doors with various gaits. Some refined and hast...
My first story here! It might be rather long, and it was originally written in third person before I went and changed the perspective to first person, so please let me know if you see any mistakes. Hopefully you enjoy the tale of a sexy trap boy getting fucked by an even sexier mocha-skinned shemale stripper! ============== The street lights shine dimly ov...
We are together in the back of a lavish, new, black limousine, driving from a delicious dinner back to our hotel room, when traffic in the city comes to a complete halt. The night was warm so we got out of the limo to wander around and we make some small talk with the driver who stays seated in the car but with the front door open. You are wearing a long bl...
(Author's note. This story, set in the 1890s, is obviously fiction. Waverly, KS exists and was my parent's home town. The character, John Senior, who makes a cameo appearance early in the story was a real person, was the mayor of Waverly and has a street named for him there. He is my maternal grandfather.) I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner o...