I wasn't looking for anything when I sacheted my way into Vinnys that night. It had been a long day on the road, and I had just finished playing a sold-out show at the PPG Paints arena. The exhaustion I felt was overwhelming. Needless to say, a bucket of Coke and Rum was calling my name. Sleep could wait. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I straightened my s...
It was strange, yet familiar in a way. I was in alien territory, yet I still felt at ease somehow. I knew why I felt the way I did. It was because I was with him. It was only with him that I experienced the whole gamut of human emotions at once, much like playing every note in an octave on a piano at the same time. I was myself in this seemingly chaotic din...
Important Message: this is a slow story. If you're looking for a quick cum, forget about it. In fact, nobody cums in this first part. Still, it's definitely an erotic story: it only has a different feel to it. I tried to make the main character more "real" than most "guys you find in an erotic story". He's neither an angel or a lecherous bastard but rather s...
He stood above her, towering over her like a great mutation of a Drow, taller than most should be. But it was not that which frightened her just now. He fingered the silver dragon tattoo against her cheek, trailing along it's sensitive edge with one nail. "It is very pretty," he said, smiling so softly. It was that smile that she feared. "It caused...
As I look around me, I can scarcely believe the position that I have found myself in; lying prone, at the center of a male mob. My disbelief is tempered not by fear, but excitement that curls low in my belly and wets my thighs. It is the realization of a dream that confronts me now. In the flesh; proud, hard, swollen manflesh, leveled at my face, ready to a...
In the fall of 1974 Angie Tuttle was one of the biggest high school sensations in women's basketball who played for the largest prep school in Charlotte, NC. The 15 year old stand out was the only freshman playing on the girls' varsity squad. She stood only 5-1", and weighed just over 105 lbs. However, at the time there was no better ball hander in the state...
**Writer's Note: Hi you guys! I have decided to edit and resubmit this series. It's pretty much the same, but with some tweaking. I got the idea for this story awhile back through a dream and didn't start writing it until a few years back. Then I submitted it to LE when I turned eighteen and never really took the time to do research and editing. So now I'm g...
I had just graduated from high school and was spending the summer before college driving down the west coast from Portland to San Diego. I picked up odd jobs along the way for gas and food and finally found myself in the sleepy little town of Cambria. I landed a gig at a Bed and Breakfast at the beach and basically did anything that needed to be done, from...
Where was she from? Nouméa? La Réunion? Algeria? Somewhere in the French post-colonial world. I can't remember. Or maybe I could if I cared enough to think. But I don't. And anyway that's not what's important. She wanted out. Out of her marriage. At first I had no clue. And no clue either of the part she wanted me to play. Adultery was important to her. Fu...
All Van Helsing had to do was follow the splooging noises. Ever since the Count had had cable TV installed in the castle[1] things had been different. Forget the classy, sophisticated and suave killer, the elegant and handsome seducer, and picture instead... The splooging was getting louder, and there was some shouting and shrieking as well. Arming his cross...