Michael Eastman was on his way home from his last lecture one Friday in late spring. The end of his first year at Free Systems University on the world of Mayana IV was fast approaching and his mind was somewhat preoccupied with upcoming exams. His car was stuck in the driveway while he waited for a new set of fuel cell filters, so he was walking. Not that he...
By 8:15 we were back in the living room listening to music. I guess Briana recovers faster than me. She washed her face and came out of the bathroom looking almost normal. I went in but when I came out I still looked like me. She was still working hard to settle me down. I had no idea where I was going from here. I had loved Alicia so long and so hard. Call...
*Author's Note* This is my first time trying to write a werewolf story. It is unedited. If you notice any errors, please let me know. Feedback is welcome. CHAPTER 1 The rain fell hard on the top of the car. She sat by the side of the road, looking out at the pouring rain. The wind rocked the car back and forth. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. The...
Author's Note: This is a flash contribution to the historical romance event, Wine and Old Lace. It could probably fit in several categories but Romance is where it where it ended up. Sorry but there's no sex in this one, it's too short for a sex scene to really add anything to the story. It's set in a little mining town in Colorado during its gold and silv...
This story celebrates the joy of sex as it is experienced by a bisexual leatherman and his friends. The protagonist is a pansexual version of a Tom of Finland hero, a man who likes to wear boots and leather breeches when he fucks. In Part One he has been hanging out with the leatherboys, resulting in some very satisfying orgasms. In Part Two he tried his luc...
"So, this is for real?" His skeptical and struggling voice is low, gravelly—his vocal cords, inflamed. His nervous chuckle meant to highlight male confidence; instead, conveys agitation. As intended, his initial sure-footedness dropped with his jeans, which, piled loosely about his ankles, makes him appear what he is—alone, foolish. I neglect to answer...
*Part 12 of an ongoing story... Sunday had been the first time Carrie had watched any porn with me, despite us having lived together for months by that point. By pure chance, I had been watching a lesbian strap-on orgy when she came into my room. Without me saying a word, she had somehow intuited just how hot I found a woman with a strap-on. Although appare...
My name is Cassandra Harper of Small Creek, Wisconsin. Small Creek is a small northwestern area of the state. It was densely wooded country and becoming very crowded now because of the ever growing demand for lumber in the rest of the country. I lived in a small cabin with my Momma, and two younger brothers or rather, I did until yesterday when I left my h...
Author's Note: There is a category switch in this chapter. The beginning chapters can be found in GAY MALE. Seeing as what happens in this chapter, the new category is TRANSGENDER & CROSSDRESSERS. ***** THE PINK BOY was located in the warehouse district across town in an eclectic area known for its nightclubs and specialty bars. Within a six block radi...
Sitting back in a large hot tub perched on a bluff overlooking the fabulous ocean coast, surrounded by FIVE promiscuous women in string bikinis and three other perverted guys, all my attention was focused on the hottest 18 year old I'd ever met. This skinny but chesty, long-haired brunette with a perfect ass proved to be an incredible slut, and all of us in...