This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or over * Beck was treading water at the deep end, breathless with laughter. Twenty meters away on the patio, Maya dropped to a crouch, then sprang like a sprinter leaving the starting blocks. Reaching the pool’s edge she took a flying leap, hugging her knees to her chest the better to bomb he...
***I had wanted to write a special piece for my 100th posting. It began simply enough, as most of my poor offerings do, with an idea and me sitting down to begin. Well, I liked it so much that I just kept going, and it's turned into something far more than I'd ever envisioned. So here I am, and instead of my 100th posting being the tale that I had in mind, i...
The quiet walk did nothing for her mood. If ever there was a path of no return she was on one of the worst ones. Defying her brother was one act of rebellion, but waging open war on his soldiers and murdering her own people was unspeakably criminal. How could she usurp his rule with her own if hers actions were just as bloody? Riyarra, the exiled princess,...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...
[Author's Note: Much like "Spoils of War," another of my tales, this one started out as just a fun little short story with little to no plot. But as per reader request, I shall now continue the Monster Girl Adventure. Please leave me your feedback; your praise and constructive criticism both mean the world to me. Now, on with the show...] * * * I try my b...
The plantain vagina in my opinion has to be the best homemade male masturbation device that I have ever used. Forget about buying expensive artificial vaginas that are out on the market. Most of them hardly work at all, they don't satisfy, and they will lighten your wallet! Unfortunately, men don't have the sensual luxury women have in that they can use a my...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Black male author who has resided in the West Side of Brockton, Massachusetts for years. I feel quite sad while writing this because I will soon leave this community I've grown to care about. Simply put, life doesn't stand still. You either move with it or you're dead. My father, the charming soci...
I like strip clubs. I also like townie bars and downtrodden chili restaurants. I scour the dangerous corners of the south side looking for the Chicago's best ribs. I like meeting and talking to people who have a different perspective than I do -whether they be old timers sitting at a bar with a Pabst in their hand, an old black man in a soot and grease cover...
You swear under your breath as clean the bite on your forearm. This camping trip has officially gone pear-shaped. You'd heard the tall-tales of course, the ones about the sultry dog-women in the woods that turn people, man and women alike, into more of them, but had dismissed them as just the tittering musing of a couple of hormonal adolescents. Now look at...
You woke up bright and early this morning, taking your luggage out the door and heading for the train station, walking with an ecstatic bounce in your step. You had planned this for a while now, as despite your efforts, the town around you had deteriorated over time, with little to no maintenance from your neighbors.. But that didn't matter anymore, you were...