WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are und...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13 min/mp3) * * * * * You have been waiting for this night Patiently?...........No 12 Moons have cycled through their phases The seasons have past mostly ignored………..and you have waited Patiently?...........No………anxious. The ecstasy you experienced a year ango has made each moment from then unt...
My name is Vixen and I think that I am probably the world's kinkiest person. Who am I? well, if the name didn't tip you off, then the description will. A five-foot-eight, alabaster-skinned, green-eyed, red-haired daughter of Ireland living in Boston. I'm a construction worker. It's what I do and I love it. I'm friends with just about every guy on my crew. So...
The new Sex Shop in Main Street had finally opened, despite opposition from civic bodies, hypocritical neighbours and professional objectors. Now into it's third week, sales had just started to perk up, much to the relief of Mr Everard, the manager. Candy, the young, tight assed, blow-job faced assistant, was doing her nails during a slack period, when the...
It's 8:15 in the evening. A gentle knock at the side door makes her heart miss a beat. She knows it's him, and she knows what's about to happen... She opens the door and invites him in. They greet each other with a long and tender caress, and she wonders why her husband never holds her like this. She moves closer and they kiss – slowly at first, then more i...
My name is Cathy Anne Morgan. I'm a young black woman living in the city of Chicago, Illinois. I currently attend the Chicago Institute of Technology, a four-year private college. Yeah, my college days were turning out alright. Better than I expected, in fact. I'm having the time of my life! I found myself going out and most importantly getting laid a lot mo...
The room was humming with anticipation. She lay, reclining seductively on the chaise longue in the corner, hand cupping her chin, leaning lazily on her elbow. She feigned an air of nonchalant indifference, as though this turn of events happened every day. In reality her heart raced like a freight train, beating its own frantic symphony inside her chest. She...
She loved to dance, she loved the feeling of the music flowing over her as she moved her beautiful body to the beat. She was tipsy and high on dancing in a crowded hot club. Vivian was surrounded by friends and fellow dancers and she was having a dream time. She loved this, she was happy and she felt so good. The room was filled with people doing the same,...
Thanks to TECHSAN for Editing and suggesting a multi chapter format Today I stand astride the summit of my success. I know that sound like pompous crap, but that's what I feel like today. My name is Michael Howard, I'm twenty-eight, weigh one sixty eight, have a face that is suntanned to brown, ruggedly handsome, and work as a construction engineer project...
Amy Beckwith, sportswriter for the New York times, got up from her desk, stretched, put on her coat and headed for the door. Another edition put to bed. It was now ten PM. Bored and lonely, she resisted just going straight to her flat. Instead she took a cab to "Jack Dempsey's" bar. If you had made a name for yourself in big time sports, and were in New Yo...