OK, I know I said I was done with this world. I said that Frenemies was the final story. But then I wrote Moving On: Tia and Bo. I really had planned on ending it there but there is so many people left in this world. My overactive imagination won't let me rest. So, here we go again. Not sure what will happen next but, here is the beginning of Christiana Dark...
I met Martha through work, she and I both work in a large office, and interact on a daily basis. She is 48 as I am also 48, she is 5 foot 2 and is about 140 lbs. But with her great smile, and brown hair, blue eyes, and oh those 40DD tits she is quite a looker for her age. She is divorced as I am, so we naturally hit it off. She new that many men wanted her f...
When I was born was always a mystery to me. My Pa never talked of my mother and so all I remember is being. He told me I looked like her when he was drunk but gave no hint how. My two little sisters, big brother, my Pa and I took care of the farm up in the Mountains of Kentucky. Pa and Sam worked the fields. I worked the house, raised the twins. Terry and Me...
[Please note that this is a completely fictional story. It has been written as a erotic story and is not relevant to real life. All picture links in no way depicts an actual person and serve only to have an estimate representation of the characters in the story.] ‘White’ was the first thing Alan noted, it was so bright it was all that could be seen. “Hello A...
Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. * Owen Connolly was a big man. His back was broad and his chest barreled out. His arms were heavily muscled, his legs thick and stout. He towered over not only the Chinese workers, but his fellow Irish as well. With his perpetual scowl, foul humor, and propensity for violenc...
John Cranby is a respected Tutor of Divinity to the Lady Jane Dover, daughter of a wealthy family in Tudor times. He aims to continue his celibate life despite realising his true love with his pupil when she comes of age. But Mary Trenchard, visiting the Dover mansion house to help prepare Jane for marriage, has other ideas, for one thing she really fancie...
*You can live without freedom the same way you can live without light, happiness, or music* (Frontma does me a favor yet again, thank you) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) Jill didn't know what to make of our prompt appearance Sunday mor...
I had practically been begging my best girlfriend, Blondie, to get with the biker babe scene. I told her over and over about what happened at Harley Heaven and the dude with the incredible tongue, Scorpion. She liked the spanking part. I could tell because she lifted up her skirt and slipped her hand down the front of her panties. Yes, and when I told my gi...
Hey! This is my first try at writing a story and posting it here. So you know, be nice. Any feedback or comments would be much appreciated. This is obviously a fantasy story, sorry if that's not your thing. Finally, a big shout out to my 'friend' who will remain nameless for help with the idea and editing. ~~~~~ Another beautiful night in heaven, as would...
It turns out that when you die, you really do go to heaven. I didn’t turn into a ghost and get guided to the pearly gates, though. Nah. Instead I woke up on the floor, which was very hard and definitely not a nice fluffy cloud. It also wasn’t all bright and shiny. I think it was an apartment Don’t get me wrong, it was a pretty nice apartment. Spacious, full...