Chapter 10 Stan's Mom Stan said goodbye to Jack and went home, tired out from the evening fuckfest he wanted to go home have a hot shower and tear threw all of his dirty magazines to find the same add for the Spanish Fly, the concoction had worked so well he wanted to make sure he had an abundant supply available. The shower felt fantastic on his body, the...
Sunlight streams through the window, coaxing my eyes into opening. Grimacing, I try stretching. My hands are tangled in the blankets, pinning me in place. My legs, too, are tangled, and I experience momentary panic. Claustrophobia, you know. My eyes ease open. I fell asleep with my glasses on again, dammit. As my eyes adjust to being open I notice several...
Josh was in heaven, his entire body on fire with arousal and passion, more turned-on than he had ever thought possible. He knew his cock pretty well, but Lexi seemed to have coaxed an extra inch in all directions out of him, as she rode him harder and harder, moaning loudly, leveraging herself by holding onto his shoulders, taking him as deep as she could. H...
The day before had been a rough one and the only excitement was seeing first a moving truck then a black sports car of definitely foreign origin arrive at the house next to mine. I had been standing over the sink when they both pulled up and one of my mother's friends; who by the way is a total bitch and dresses like a hooker, stepped out of the passenger se...
When my senses start slowly sifting back, I start to develop the sensation of being lifted and carried. My eyes slowly drift open, still stinging from the tears of my recent trials (fun as they were), and I see that I'm being carried by the twins, who are... deceptively strong for their size and build. So, half-Kith. And half-human, I suppose? It raises a l...
"Fuck this lousy place," I said angrily, glaring at Stewart Mill, and the ugly, smug little fucker smirked, a wicked gleam in his pale eyes. I walked out of the Rex Bar, never to return. I thought about pulling my stake out of my pocket and dusting the annoying little bozo, but I couldn't afford to get such heat on myself. A man's got to know his limitations...
I patted my wife's hand gently. She sniffed and leaned sideways into my shoulder. All around us, the sounds of sniffled tears and murmuring voices. I hadn't known my wife's aunt Christina well, but from the turnout at her funeral, it seemed like she'd been well liked. "Are you holding up alright?" I whispered. "Yeah," Jane said. "I feel bad for some of her...
Authors Note: These stories are based on my life experiences. The names (or most of them) have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. If any of the readers out there ever visited beautiful Wreck Beach, in Vancouver BC you will understand what I mean when I write it is (or was) 'full service' beach... For those of you who haven't, it's changed quite a b...
What To Bring Skinny-dipping, although known by another name, is in fact swimming. You should always bring a second person to keep yourself safe. Skinny-dipping can be a lonely activity if you don't bring another person, just like any other type of physical activity. Since swimming involves water, a towel is usually a good idea, as well. Sometimes when you...
Note to the readers. Just wanted to say thank you for reading and liking my stories so far. I am humbled by your kind words. I know I've made some grammatical errors and I promise to proofread my submissions more carefully. I have lots of ideas for several stories with some series stories also. I don't want to overwhelm my readers, so I will space my stories...