Bruce Robert Kinsey slowly sat up – his head aching – and tried to remember why he couldn't remember a single thing that had happened last night. Several things lurched into place, one after the other, as his vision took in the blue sky and the green leaves, then the broad sweep of the trees around him, and his skin took in the sensation of grass rubbing aga...
(Note: this dream is in a world where slavery is legal. Criminals are taken for "treatments" where their memories of the past are removed and they are trained for a job. Most end up doing menial work, but a few are selected to be pleasure slaves) My first memories are of being a slave. Perhaps I was one in a former life, perhaps not. In one of my memories I...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** "Okay, buffs are set, party's all here, equipment's good... yeah, this should go fine," Dianna muttered to herself. She adjusted her headset, making sure that she was comfortable and that her party could hear her. It'd be hell if they couldn't, since she was the leader for the raid...
Although safe sex is not mentioned in my story for creative purposes, rest assured that we always use protection. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. I would also like to take the time to thank those of you who have left me some very encouraging comments and helpful hints regarding previous stories. I hope you enjoy this story and feel fr...
Sebastian Pettijohn put a hand on his black leather, wide-brimmed Fedora to keep it on his recently cut hair. Before he left for upstate New York, he had his long hair cropped - a sign to his literary agent that he was ready to be more professional -- and needed the hat to help him deal with the cold, coming-of-Winter air. With his hat properly affixed on hi...
When I got home, I went on-line and searched my local area for dogging sites. There were several, including one quite close to an up-market pub/restaurant that we had used in our early days. I called Ash, my wife, (Short for Ashley.) and told her that we would be eating out that night, 'to celebrate my success up north'. The place was packed, I had needed t...
The evening of April Fool's Sweat poured from Marcus' brow; the hot and sticky kind you feel in sub-tropical rain forests. But Marcus was not in the Amazon or Congo. Marcus was enjoying an April evening; on a lake; in Austin Texas; temperature about 63 degrees. Or at least he had been enjoying it. The spring wind blew and caressed Marcus' skin with the pro...
As a child of the fifties, what I knew as porn is a joke compared with what we have now. A person of the modern information age we now live in would laugh at what we looked at in the fifties. I mean can you imagine jacking off to the Maidenform ads in your mother's ladies magazines or maybe my favorite, National Geographic's pictures of naked African women....
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date. This story could appear in a number...
Copyright 2007 by madengineer3 I wish to thank Talynnda11 for kindly editing this story. This story is purely fictional, all participants are of legal age. * "Gabby" Brown was not an overly popular man. He wasn't despised or avoided, he just didn't seem to have anyone who was emotionally close to him. He wasn't a joiner; that is he didn't belong to many,...