The unremitting darkness stares back at me as I look out into the oppressive black sky. I can feel another tear run along the well worn tracks in the grime on my face as I remember gliding on the winds in the bright sunshine before my imprisonment. I gaze upon the utter blackness, without moon or stars, and wish for even a single point of light. When I was i...
~~~~~~~~~ Reading chapters 1-2 is helpful, but not necessary. Much thanks to the readers that encouraged me to continue Mark and Karen's adventure. You know who you are. :) ~~~~~~~~~ Neither Mark or Karen said a word for nearly ten minutes after they left the lake. With the radio off, the sound of the classic Camaro's engine was all the music Mark needed...
Note: This is the 10th chapter in what will be a fairly long series. If you haven't read Chapters 1-9, this section won't make any sense. I mean, the sex scenes will mostly stand alone, but there's a pretty significant back-story. Anyway, thanks for reading! I would be remiss if I didn't thank my incredible editor, AnInsatiableReader. We authors are really...
Author's note: Though this story is part of a series devoted to my wife, **This is a stand-alone story** and is the first half of an epic tale. My wife wrote the portion about the Statue Room, which was very eye-opening for me and added a whole new paradigm to our sex life IRL. She also described each of the participants in Room VI per her real-life fantasi...
We made it back from France with an additional person in our retinue and 3 days before the start of the next term. It had been an interesting holiday for everyone. The fledgling jewelry enterprise that Jane and I were funding was really taking off. There was, also, huge interest in the US for Bea and Nils' line of jewelry after Bea's paintings had garnered s...
Chapter I Sam saw the light turning red as he made a gentle right turn into the driveway of the Conference Center. He found a parking spot halfway down the row, and eased into the spot, taking care not to get too close to the van parked awkwardly in the spot to his right. He shook his head at the careless manner in which the van was parked, and got out. Gra...
Six Times a Day, Part 34: Under Pressure At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alre...
Visitors Come First. Slut enjoys an evening of fun with the man she married, the man she calls Daddy and his son. Trevor is not a cuckold. Despite appearances the Professor is not a cuckold. This stand-alone story is published in two-parts. It is the penultimate chapter in a much longer unfinished tale that may be published someday. Part 1 features the slu...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (Yes my ego is huge but I am trying to bring it under control)You took a lot of time to give me some really great advice. Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life...
47. A Very One-Sided Battle. Grigory stood in the turret of the Greyhound, holding the fifty-caliber machine gun. He was waiting for the first Humvee to reach the intersection of Appian Way. He could not believe his luck when he saw it stop for the traffic signal. He gave the go signal to the driver and his men and they converged on the small convoy. His m...