Groggily, Henry awoke to the pleasant sound of birds chirping. The warm sun glinted through the window, cascading across the room in a patchwork of radiant energy. Rousing him from his solace, a cool, crisp breeze billowed through the room, sending a slight shiver up his spine. Stumbling out of bed, Henry walked through the labyrinth of rooms and by chance...
Marguerite stood in front of the windows in the library of Henry's house, gazing at the deepening shades of twilight. She hated the impenetrable darkness of night that descended inevitably after the light of day had faded. Leaning her forehead against the cool window panel, she reflected upon the irony of her life mirroring the routine of day and night. Exc...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Henry felt lonely in the big city, no matter how many girls he looked at. Small girls, tall girls, it didn't matter anymore. He liked pretty much anything that came into view through his horn rimmed glasses. Although his penis would grow faster at the sight of a young girl, fresh in her college sweatshirt and tight jeans, eagerly reading a book, or typing aw...
Thought I would continue this series. Read Part I before this one! All characters are 18+ in age. * There, it was, Henry thought. Lyla was on her knees, spreading her beautiful, soft, and huge ass open for him. Her low - hanging balls moist with anticipation for Henry. Her thick cock grew harder and more impatient with each aching second for her. Her l...
Midday sun warmed the far wall. A small rectangular window provided sunlight sufficient to count the dots on the floor by. The prince didn't have many other options to spend his time on. He could either count dots or imagine how his mock trial and very real execution would go. Seven hundred and forty-six dots... seven hundred and forty-seven- The young pr...
It was the vacation they had wanted to take forever. Finally the youngest of their children was off to college so they were free to travel to places that did not have roller coasters or hats with ears. Eve had spent the last 6 months huddled together with her travel agent, best friend Trish who knew all the great places to stay and which things were "can't m...
He was laid on his back, he had hunkered down under me, tucked his right arm below my body, my left arm was around his shoulders and I was holding him by the left wrist. My right leg was lying over his and my heel hooked under his calf. My free right hand was holding his (unknown to me) very impressive prick. I was jacking him off, and kissing him at the sa...
"Well, did you fuck her?" Glenda asked her husband as he slipped in the front door. Henry jerked and turned as his wife spoke and flipped on the lamp next to her chair. "Uh.... Well.... Uh...." He stammered and then grinned as he saw his wife was naked. "Yes. Yes, I did." Glenda whimpered softly and shifted in the chair. Her feet were curled up under her a...
{An old Greek man told me once that real love comes with marriage, and babies. I think sometimes there is truth to that, and it is what gave me the idea for this short tale. For some less blessed than others life can be difficult, something I personally happen to know about quite well. This is not really erotic, nor intended to be.} +++ Henry sat in his...