David woke up feeling very groggy. The last thing he remembered was pulling his cock out of a whore he had just fucked. Then it all got hazy. He briefly recalled a hospital or a clinic and a doctor, but that too was blurry and confused. He sat up with a start. Was he in an accident? Was he okay? If he was why was he in a cheap hotel room? Collecting himself...
CH.3: Ladies turn around, Bend over & lift your skirts!!! * Even as Her Majesty Queen Julia, admired Her Consort's Yogic Prowess with a Wifely glow of Pride, five hard eyed viragos made their determined way to the dias to confront Her Majesty with a heated, angry complaint! They curtsied as per protocol & sank to their knees & buried their faces & noses i...
(Hi All. This is one of the first erotic stories I ever wrote, back in the days of yore. It was never really written with CHYOA's format in mind, but I figured it's worth a shot to submit. The perspectives change between characters and it's primarily women being desperate for men. If there's any further interest or it seems like it gets a decent amount of su...
My name is Robert. I was, at one time, addicted to the online world called Second Life. I guess I cannot say I am not addicted to it any more but that is what this story is all about. I first heard of second life on a TV show called CSI New York. I was a little intrigued by it but did not do anything about it for over a year. I then decided to try it. My fi...
This story is a work of fiction, all characters are fictional and obviously the events are fake. You may reprint this as needed, just give credit to the author. Oh, and enjoy! Chapter 1: Beginnings It was a Tuesday night, and I had an anonymous date with a self titled freaky gal that I met online. The time was 8pm and she an hour late and I was pretty piss...
Mercilessly Jason Whitmore thrust his hard white dick up my ebony cross-dresser's asshole, and I squealed happily while stroking my hard black dick. Meanwhile, my sexy wife Yasmin Saleh sat nearby, fingering her hairy cunt while watching the two of us. Lots of women of all hues enjoy watching guys fucking with guys, and my wife happens to be one of them. Jus...
It is 8pm on a Thursday evening. I am relaxing at the club nursing my one and only beer so far and a hand full of peanuts. The peanuts are fresh and their salty texture is contriving to make me want to get something more to eat and to drink. The place is half empty, the noise level is at a polite murmur, the atmosphere is relaxed. I am casually watching one...
A lot of things have been said about Hijab-wearing Muslim girls like myself. Often, the people talking about us don't even know us like that. You've got no idea how much that irks me, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Nabeela Ahmed and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently graduated from Carleton University with...
"Hello," I said to the tall, curvy, bronze-skinned, dark-haired and curvaceous First Nations/Native American cutie, and she looked me up and down, pretty face oozing with attitude, and said nothing. Haughtily she walked out of the Loblaw's store, carrying herself like a queen or something. Big ass plus attitude equals irresistible in many a Black man's lexic...
"Are you kidding Ben, girls do not drink and drive," I said. "Guys get drank, then get behind the wheel and drive into accidents, they do that at eighteen and at twenty five. A young lady takes one drink, seeps it for the whole evening, then goes to sleep. We girls should be allowed to drink once we turn eighteen." "So much for gender equality, Jenny," Ben...