Welcome to Chapter! This is not an episodic story, so I recommend starting at the beginning. Also, it's more story than sex, so please adjust your expectations accordingly. Finally, you know the drill: everyone doing sex is at least eighteen years old, and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or just taking a nap is coincidental. Special thanks to icedr...
All characters involved in sexual activities in this story are over 21 years of age. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is just coincidence. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Small Sugar Bowl ***************************** It was a cool Friday afternoon when the last of my stuff was carried up to the new apartment that I h...
I saw her walk in, I'm sure everyone in the restaurant did, it's hard to miss a tall, beautiful, stylishly dressed woman with flaming red hair. She was talking to the hostess and scanning the room. I was doing my best not to stare at her and failing miserably. When she saw me, I could feel myself blush, she smiled, said something to the hostess and headed in...
Freedom! My twin sister and I were eighteen and free until university which for me was the summer plus a year away as I was taking a year out with my youth orchestra buddy, Ellie to earn money doing gigs and some busking before we started our studies in earnest. She would be going on a scholarship to the Paris Conservatoire whereas I would be doing maths, ps...
THIS STORY: Part I - Foreplay: On my first visit outside Europe during my college years, during a 3-month exchange programme, I was introduced to the exotic allure of a rustic Indian woman. My part-time maid, Meena, a village woman working in Bombay, acquainted me with the erotic wonders of her body and a subtle journey into the salacious depths of her soul,...
Vivian Kwong grew up in Australia to Chinese parents. She was kind of small, but entirely gorgeous. It wasn't just me that thought so, at uni I had a constant battle for her attention. Long wavy hair, sparkling eyes, kissable lips. Viv wasn't one to show off her body, but occasionally she would wear a tight knitted jumper and tight jeans. It was enough to sh...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
This is a work of erotic fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old. Many thanks to icedragonmo3 for editing and expert advice. Any mistakes herein are because the author didn't listen. * * * Switched Chapter 3 Jessica I awoke as usual when her alarm went off. The events of last night came back in a rush. Had we...
Disclaimer: All the usual, all the people portrayed herein are at least 18 years of age at the time of portrayed sexual congress, blah blah blah bling bling blah. If you're looking for something younger, you're using the wrong interwebz. Scram. Chapter 5- Crazy Can Be Good Cait snuggled into me, sighing happily. We'd just made love and were feeling sat...
'My life is over,' I muttered, as the real estate agent led me up to the front door. Even for a redbrick old house in Newcastle it looked... rustic? Quaint? Shit. It looked shit. Beat-up and dirty, what was described to me as a 'front garden' was more a slab of concrete with a plastic chair and determined weeds reaching through the cracks. Even the outside...