June 2016 Fire Island 2... Once you taste the forbidden fruit, it is very hard to go back. It makes you hard, man or woman, penis or clitoris. I woke up naked on John's bed, forbidden fruit all around me. Everyone else was still sleeping. Susan was wrapped around John and Fran had turned her back to lie on her side, her naked butt exposed to the world and...
There are evil things in this world. Things both dark and foul that man was not meant to know. Magics forbidden to all but the most crazed or foolish, for they deal in things most civilized men find distasteful... corrupt, or entirely evil. Despite this, there are many who seek these arts, convinced that mastering the spells and rituals of the forbidden arts...
The next time Pandora modelled for the university art class, Sebastien could barely look at her. He hid himself and his turgid young cock behind his easel. When they last parted, he was dumbstruck after the greatest experience of his life (so far). He felt like the loss of his virginity was written across his face for everyone to see. Pandora, meanwhile was...
This story is a sequel to “Bhavita Fakir Chhiba – The Discovery” posted in the interracial archives. The introduction is found in Bhavita 01 and 02, which is posted in the first time archives. The author hopes you enjoy all the exploits of this oversexed Indian girl who in this part of the saga has just discovered the joys of interracial sex. In the first p...
This story is copyrighted ©, all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. Nagapatnam -- India, 17th July, 1702 Dear Husband, I honestly hope this letter finds you well, please offer the best welcome to Mijnheer Abbott, our neighbor who has so kindly offered to deliver this letter to you as he was going to sail to my dear country....
Hi everyone! So here is another chapter since I've been getting sooooo many emails! It really means a lot to me to know that people like the stories I'm writing. So here's to you the readers who wrote in! WCTM won't be updated as regularly as TAM but rest assured that I am slowly working on it (try checking only once a month, not every week!) The story arc h...
Note: I adapted the poem from a 1706 play called "The Recruiting Officer". By George Farquhar. Though it is originally from that play, many of you may recognize it from a popular movie series that I also quite like. Raisel will be getting some next chapter, promise. * "One last time before you leave the city? Our women are beautiful and varied for all you...
Greetings, everybody. I have an announcement to make! My name is Ray Blackstone. I am a tall, good-looking young black man from Boston. I'm a student at Central Boston Institute of Technology or CBIT. It's a small, four-year private college with a focus on computing and engineering. It's the setting of most of my adventures. What can I say? College life was...
Meet Leonard Dries. He's a tall, good-looking, sexy macho man of French and African descent. This six-foot-three, curly-haired, bronze-eyed, brown-skinned stud is simply irresistible. Both men and women go crazy for his dashing good looks and magnetic personality. He is the ultimate seducer and everyone in his Long Island neighborhood knows this. He attends...
I don't know when I started writing. I was very young when I started stringing the stories in my head together, forming linear tales. I was perhaps just able to write a few basic words when I began feverishly scribbling on construction paper, on my father's steno pads, the words jumbling out of my brain, stories I knew, or just as often stories I didn't know...