I'd always had a bit of a Builder Fantasy, you know the sort: a handyman comes over with his incredibly large tool belt, you stare at his flexing muscles for a few days while he works on your house until you finally convince him to work on your body. Soooo, my husband and I decided to explore this fantasy one day together and here's what happened. After see...
(Authors Note: This is a true story about me and my Kutiya's life. This first part has no sex at all. I apologize to all the readers who expect great and nasty sex right from word go, seeing as I am posting this story on an erotic story site. In my defense I would say, this story is just to set up the subsequent stories which indeed has nasty, filthy and per...
Riley was mixing together a potion of boils and pustules, ready to pour it into the storm drain Anyone catching a fish along a fifty mile stretch of river would catch acne like a high school quarterback. "After all those good deeds," she said, throwing in some scabies for good measure, "It'll be good to do some evil for a change." Every witch, Riley includ...
This story takes place in the Morning Release world, and is an MPREG story. If it's your thing, read on, if not, that's cool and fine and dandy :) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Oh fuck" Bill grunted. He was sitting on the couch, legs spread, with his cock currently lodged deep inside his wife Carol's pussy. She was riding him, her thighs wrapped a...
Hello. I am Alicia, from my husband's stories "My Modest Wife, the Exhibitionist (Parts 1 through 4). I was a bit peeved at him, at first, for posting those stories, because he only told me about it afterward. But upon reflection, I rather like being introduced to you through his eyes, so now I will elaborate about my true nature. I am not so modest as h...
The sun rose on the landscape of Newton, a small town in Nevada. Already, the locals were wide awake and at work. In the wooded warren surrounding the small town, animals could be heard making their usual morning cacophony. Stanley Moore had gotten up with the dawn. It was his usual routine. Just an ordinary day about to start for the residents of this backw...
You lay in bed... waiting for me to come out of the shower. I take extra care in all those special places... My body comes alive with the feel of the soap on my skin... my mind wanders and I start to imagine your tongue... touching me... on the most sensual places of my body. I almost allow my mind to drift to the place where I lose everything to oblivion, b...
I have a fantasy about self-denial; call it a recurring nightmare ..... *********************** A woman (let's call her 'Julia', if only because that's a lovely name) has an extremely high libido and is constantly looking for ways to achieve ever more intense feelings of sensual and sexual fulfilment. Over many years she perfects her technique of orgasm...
She rolls over in her sleep, the rumbling of the storm subconsciously bringing a subtle smile to her lips. Some storms come in waves, but this one appeared over the little cabin and seemed to hover there. The sturdy log walls don't give an inch, but the tin roof magnifies the force of the heavy rain. She went to sleep alone, giving up on her lover. There h...
Ruth had been through a year that could only be labeled as devastating. She had turned forty just two short months ago and did not want to embrace the fact. The second of her two children moved on and out and was no longer there to nurture and care for. But most of all, her husband of twenty one years had suddenly and unexpectedly told her in no uncertain te...