The wrong person is invited to a sex club. An April Fools contest submission. All characters are over eighteen. Enjoy. ^^^Day 1^^^ "Am I a horrible person?" Meg asked as she flopped on the sofa in the family room. It was late in the evening. She snuggled up to her husband, Zane, and pressed her soft braless breasts against his bicep. Not being a dullar...
Kevin sat in the waiting room edgily. He really didn't want to be there, but Sam said she'd be there in five minutes. 'Christ, how did this happen?' Kevin thought to himself, running his hand through his brown hair. He and Sam had been together six years and married for three years. Here he was in the waiting room of a couples' counsellor. They had been...
Author's note: This quasi-historical fiction includes ambition, buggery and thuggery, scarification, and betrayal. All sex involves humans aged 18+. For readers' convenience, non-Anglish language speech and signals are presented in loose Anglish translation. ** THE GIRL It was unintentional. Quintilla had not set out to become a villainous queen. It just s...
"To sum it up, resources are scarce. Individuals compete with each other for these scarce resources, and some end up being better than others. Sometimes it's luck, sometimes it's skill, but at the end of the day, some people will end up with more of the pie than someone else. Some unfortunate individuals might not even get a sliver of a slice. Yes, Mr. Alexa...
Chapter 18 -- A New Chapter Saturday, June 18th The sun streams through my open window, and I feel the warm breeze on my face. I'm up late for a Saturday morning and don't have anywhere to go. I reluctantly quit my job since I'm leaving for college in a little under two months. Graduation is next week, and then my first practice at UCLA is at the end of A...
This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...
I laughed and she laughed with me. I said, "Mrs. Bowman, I've had enough and more than the average white boy could stand. I will be very happy if you just let me hold you." She giggled for me and snuggled closer. A moment later, she said, "I thought we would go mystical like we did the other night." I didn't answer her right away but she had answered one o...
Author's note: Many thanks to Jill, for her ideas, motivation and support all these years. Also, big thank you to friend and fellow Lit author aimingtomisbehave33 (go check out his stories when you can), for keeping me sane and focused and for reading early drafts without complaining. Previously in the series: Taylor, frustrated by the lack of sex life wit...
Andrew and Charlotte quickly slipped away from the group during the scheduled break time, before group activities resumed, to process everything that had just occurred. Still reeling from a state of bewilderment and embarrassment, neither was quite ready to discuss the shocking prior events but found comfort in their shared alone time to sort through their t...
Two weeks before our wedding. I picked up the rings, simple gold bands. We had found, miraculously, both a Rabbi and an Imam to officiate. We'd have elements of both ceremonies, including for me the chuppah (canopy) and I'd break the glass, two important parts of the Jewish ceremony. Instead of sipping wine from the chalice, we'd be sipping grape juice as an...