Jenni's Senseless Delight [part 1 of 12] [Inspired by an e-mail from JenniGee: "Hmmmm... a story where a guy called Hook invites an innocent li'l girl called Jenni around to his place while his wife is out, and fucks the poor li'l girl senseless, much to her delight... Hmmmm....Giggles...."] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My wife, Lee, and I had checked in...
The short fat guy was speaking fast as he guzzled his beer from his bottle. In my dream, William Burroughs was working as a hired hand on the farm I grew up on. I'd just got out of a situation working for evil, twisted rednecks where I could not figure out my responsibilities nor what my job was; yet if I didn't get it done I was gonna be in deep shit. Burro...
This story was originally written way back in 2007 with the intention of creating a series. As with all of my stories, I am in the process of re-writing and re-publishing in the hope that I regain my passion for writing erotica and can begin adding new stories to my name. I have plenty of ideas of where this story can go -- so please, rate me and let me know...
Author's Notes: "Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that's the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she's whoever you want her to be." ― James W. Bodden "The more you love, the more you can love-and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could lo...
First chapter in a bit of a twisted series I've had in my head for a while. Bon appetite. Criticism, as always, is appreciated. **************** "9441. That is what you're called is it not? I request that you rise immediately." Yeah sure, like she had any obligation to pay anyone even the slightest bit of attention ever since she was thrown in this hell h...
It has been a long day at the office. It seems like it was taking forever for 5pm to get here. Although 5pm is a bittersweet time. It means we can close shop for the day - but it also means going home where thoughts of you will linger in my mind until I can see you again the next morning. But sometimes, 5pm also means the rare opportunity to live a fantasy -...
Note from author - In the first chapter, we met Nidhi Sinha, an 18 yr- old Indian girl, blessed with looks as well as brains. We tried to understand how the socio-cultural environment she was brought up in left her in a limbo between modernity and tradition. Before we start the story proper, I feel it is necessary to first explain a bit about the various as...
There were, she thought as her fingers tangled in his hair, acts more intimate and sensual than the feeling of him filling her. His tongue danced across her throbbing clit and her nails scratched against his scalp, pulling him into the vee of her spread thighs, begging him to taste her again. His tongue cut a swath through her wet folds, plundering her sweet...
Each bump the carriage went over sent a sharp sensation along Zahava's spine. She had no idea of the destination. The day began with such promise and now her fate was in limbo. She desperately tried to undo the ropes on her hands to no avail. She was warned against yelling for help as she was dumped into the back of the carriage. "Why me," she whispered, "w...
You stand looking about yourself. There is nothing but white in all directions. Nothing but solid, unending white as far as the eye can see and probably further than that. There is light or there isn't. The vast whiteness of the place you find yourself in makes it very hard to tell. The only thing you can be sure of is that you are standing naked in a seemin...