Sweet Heather was an 18 year old senior in high school, she had a boyfriend and that was her only sexual experience, except when the blue-eyed-blond masturbated to her favorite fantasy. She squeezed her 34C breast as she read interracial sex stories on the web. She longed to be taken by a black stud or a dominating black sex goddess or better yet, to be fuck...
This is a sequel to my story 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' that I wrote after popular demand. A lot of context in this story cannot be understood unless you've read the first story. If you have not already, please take a look at 'Two Cheerleaders, One Footboy' to get a better idea of who these characters are and how they got in this messy situation. Enjoy!...
It's 7:30 on Friday night, in one of the last of the Golden Days of the 1990's, and I'm sitting at an upscale lounge. The lounge is in a shopping center that I hate going to. Just ten years ago, the whole area was a field that my friends and me used to play in, and there wasn't much in the area. Today, it is an over-glamorized bastion of overpriced plastic m...
This story contains descriptions of bodily functions. If that in any way is offensive to you please look elsewhere. All participants are well over the age of 18... It centres around the theme of anticipation, so there isn't much sex in it. If you, the Lit public want more, then I am sure you will make your feelings known... **** The instructions had been...
Well, you asked for it. I've come up with something a little different. As usual, it contains a plot I've never seen before, but wait, there's more. I've also put it in a format that I've never seen before as well, either on this site or anywhere. I could have written it as a normal story and got my usual 4+ score. I've chosen not to, partly for my, and your...
This is a repost with a few minor changes that correct logic mistakes, and adds it to the series (the other one wasn't due to a name error) Enjoy, and please, please, leave comments with what you think!! * It took a month before Ryna's mistake came back to haunt him. To be fair, he had had more pressing matters on his mind, such as surviving Sensara's ang...
Rekha Diwe was no great beauty. She'd known that all her 40 years. Even as village girls go in India, she had been quite plain. The teeth were uneven and her facial features rather masculine. But when she'd been married at age 18, her husband's family had been pleased with the gifts of sarees, kurtas, a milking cow, five pregnant she-goats and a collection o...
Nobody would ever believe what's been happening to me to me in the last few days. I hardly believe it myself. It's the kind of thing you only read about in porno magazines. But this is actually happening! To ME! How could I ever be so lucky?! The girl sitting across the table from me could be a supermodel and she's talking to ME! It all started last week. I...
This story continues on from 'Complete Sheer Nylon Fun', in which a genie named Alena grants my deepest fetish by covering us both in silky sheer nylon stocking fabric from head to toe, for us to have an afternoon of slippery nylon fun. As I left the fancy dress shop my hand was deep in my trouser pocket, grasped firmly around the jewel that Alena handed me...
I'm sitting at a drawing board in a musty classroom, inhaling charcoal dust and acrylic paint and the emanations of tobacco-soaked pea coats. My hands are quivering slightly as I anticipate the moment—not more than minutes away now—when the love of my life will uncover her nudity before me, and before a small congregation of unwashed lesbians and bearded mor...