The next day I was awoken by a ring on the doorbell. I turned over and pulled the pillow over my head, not wanting my sleep to be disturbed just yet. There were a further two rings, followed by the sound of someone rapping on the door with their knuckles. "Sod it," I thought, throwing the covers off me. I was naked, my clothes from the party strewn on the f...
Story Code: M/F, M+/F, F/F, Interracial, Exhibitionism, Interracial *** My head was in a whirl all the way home, I stopped off at a KFC Restaurant...well, a knock-off of a KFC anyway..., I ate a chicken burger and a small fries and drank a milkshake for the extra energy. I got home at nine o'clock on Sunday evening and tumbled straight into bed, I didn't e...
Introduction Part of the joy of writing this book has been the authors' interactions. A certain delicious tension reconciling the feminine and masculine taste in erotica has often led to a creative fusion. Sometimes though, compromise was required; so we ask our readers to consider that fidelity to the plot demands the inclusion of various types of eroticis...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Over the following few months from my first night waiting tables at the club things continued and amber and I fell into a comfortable rhythm with things. The first Friday of the month amber would wait tables during "men's night" and on the third Friday of the month I would wait them for the Ladies. When amber waited tables I was typically dressed in somethin...
Please note: this story, which is a long one, mostly focuses on two coworkers and the relationship that develops between them, but includes lactation play, anal, and a threesome. If that's not what you're looking for, you might want to skip this one. "I'm sorry, Jay - there's just really no other option. The hotel is filled up with our staff and attendees a...
The lotion had already been absorbed into the angry stripes still covering his skin, but her hand continued its caress. She wasn't done touching him. She wasn't done feeling the heat of his body in the palm of her hand, or watching the steady rise and fall of his back. She brought her head down, resting her cheek against his spine as she had done the first...
"I am afraid I do not quite follow. I know that navigators are queerly helpful aboard ships - they cannot seem to sail without them. Further, I know that the navigator families own quite a deal of wealth. Navis Nobiline, the saying goes, never a day without a golden throne for the pocket and for the loo. But, well, I don't see the connection between them and...
The following is a stand-alone sequel to "The Bodacious Blonde Milf". I wrote that story a decade ago, enjoyed those characters, and wanted to continue their interaction. It took me years to bring this story to fruition. This story is readable on its own merits. You don't have to read "The Bodacious Blonde Milf" to enjoy this submission. Neither of these con...
Author's note: "inspired by" and "based on" are applied to fiction. This is Fiction, meant to be read with a willing suspension of disbelief. Comments and votes are the way I know if I am pleasing you, the reader. Thanks.. ~*~*~*~*~ So it's zero-two-hundred (I know... 2am, okay?), my laundry is running in the hotel machines conveniently located near the...