I know I haven't published anything in a while. I got stuck rewriting chapter 4 of My Blue Pill and starting chapter 2 of Thom Thom and Not Letting Go. Instead I started a few new stories. But life happens and the weather gets nicer, so writing hasn't been as big of a priority lately. With that said, here's a new story I hope you like. I'm putting this und...
Friday The early morning shafts of light streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Sarah lay on her front, her head on Steve's lap, her hand resting on his soft cock. Her other arm was stretched across Dave's thick chest. They all dozed, completely exhausted, spent, after screwing each other well into the early morning. "Jesus Christ" Dave woke with a sta...
*Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. CH 1 Other than in the group photograph of the St. Thomas Aquinas graduating seniors, his individual photograph, and the St. Thomas Aquinas Basketball team, there were no photographs of Jack Vogel in the St. Thomas Aquinas yearbook of the school year for 2004-...
Hi folks, Thanks to everyone who wrote in about last week's story. I really understand that a lot of you hated the ending. I like that. No, I don't like the fact that you hated the ending. I liked the fact that those of you who liked it said so and those of you who didn't also said so. That's what this is about. Just remember they're onlu stories. And you gu...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In the first installment of this kinky and hilarious sexual comedy set in 1994, a sequel to my "Spoiled Princess Hates Camping Series", trailer park girl Breanna with the assistance of her trampy housing project friend Isabella finally goes too far with her appalling behavior and promiscuity. This story contains frequent course l...
The first few days after Rashida had spanked me were very surreal for me. I had a whole range of conflicting feelings going through me, and I didn't know what to make of them. The beating had caught me by total surprise – one minute I was busy stroking my penis and the next minute I was over her knees getting a thrashing like a naughty little boy. I didn't e...
*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * It seemed to be an unspoken agreement; she would continue to live upstairs, right above him, even though she spent nearly every moment he was home in his apartment. She would lug Christopher Michael downstairs in the bassinet he'd bought for the baby the moment s...
Writer's notes: - I exorcise fucked-up thoughts/concepts by putting them down on (virtual) paper. - I usually save likable heroes/protagonists for writing I try to sell. - I had originally posted this as Erotic Couplings, but reading it again afterwards, it really belongs in Non-Consent/Reluctance, hence the re-submission. Read at your own discretion,...
Edited by Dark Star. Thanks! Note: This story, like most the Breaking Clichés stories, is slightly edgier than my other stories. If you absolutely need your erotic stories to be pure vanilla, then I recommend that you read some of my other stories. ************** Since that fateful first day with Scarlett, where she rocked my body and my entire world as w...
June 28, early morning At around 3 AM, I awoke from sleeping in the easy chair as I heard a car coming up the driveway. Doors slammed and I heard two voices happily conversing, coming up the walkway. The door opened and they strolled into the foyer, Maggie walking first, Marcus with his hand over her shoulder as if she were his property. When they were insi...