We were in the back room of our local drag club, "Miss Thing's", a very special place where only the seasoned and initiated drag queens and sissies are allowed after hours when the queens have finished performing. As one might imagine putting on an erotic performance going as far as the law will allow all painted up in all their glory makes them aroused in d...
On her drive home that Tuesday night, Louise did feel some pangs of guilt. The accuser stood at her left shoulder and brought to her remembrance what she had done. "I've never put my hands on another man's cock before," she lamented to herself. Of course, with Will's cock, that would be "hand" (singular), since even her diminutive hand was wide enough to co...
As I awoke, the morning sensations assaulted my body in the usual fashion. My throat was rough and sore; the taste of whisky still on my coated tongue. The muscles in my arms and legs ached through sleeping on bare floor boards and the headache that was currently coursing through what was left of my brain felt like an approaching freight train. But the overr...
Shortly after having started her new job at the hospital, which recently had been acquired by the Raelians, the powerful religious sect whose teachings Darla was supposed to have learned as part of her new job at the Raelian owned hospital, she met Pierre, a recently divorced general practitioner whom had recently been recruited by the Raelians to train new...
I wish there was a way to not blame my parents for my TV addiction but I just haven't been able to find one. My earliest memory is of watching TV through the bars of my crib. I remember the safe feeling I got every afternoon at two o'clock when the brilliant glow from the lighthouse announced the beginning of the soap opera, Guiding Light. Come to think of i...
I awoke with a start. Well in all actuality, came to, after what would've been to a normal man, a deadly night of consuming alcohol and drugs. The pain in my chest and abdomen was overwhelming, and nearly brought tears to my eyes. I looked over with befogged eyes to the table next to the chair that had been my stopping point in the previous night's partying,...
This is a rewrite to my first attempt at erotic fiction (Heroine Ch. 01) Please excuse any grammatical or punctuation errors as I have not obtained an editor yet. There is a bit on non-consent in this story, but it has been toned way down from the original. I hope everyone enjoys it and as always feedback is welcomed both negative & positive. Wyatt *******...
(I was looking for a black escort and found this really cute babe. She was hooked on drugs and confided in me that she had sold her body to at least a thousand men. She said it was the only way she could pay for her habit. She also confided in me that she never developed any feelings for any of those men, except for this one white guy. She said she had writt...
This is a work of fiction. All characters and incidents portrayed and names within are fictitious and any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental. All places mentioned are only used to provide a framework, not to imply anything in this story actually occurred in those places. Although everyone is a fiction of our i...
The feeling of being all right, of being at peace, of not being fucked-up, that had grown steadily from when Trinnie had woken up shivering and sweating only a few hours before, was coming to its peak, the peak she knew so well and which was all that made her life worth living. And then, so suddenly, it was over. An abrupt collapse into a state of sickness...