Night is falling like a velvet hammer. Art and Cindy had been out hiking and playing with each other all day. Cindy wore her favorite denim skirt, it barely covered the curves of her ass and showed off her long tan legs. Her yellow blouse is tight at the waist with the top three buttons open to reveal ample cleavage. There is a hint of dark nipple visible wh...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story c...
Larissa was up next. The crew from the Nuszsaecker organization had set up an audition for pornographic videos for their Hypersexual Freaks of the Internet series in the bedroom of the Chancellor's suite at the Hotel Vicennes. Odette, with the droopy tits, was sitting in the outer room, recovering from her mind-blowing orgasm, and Kiki, the town slut, was...
Here's another one-off story inspired by Halloween. As always, comments and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy. ***** Samantha checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup was overdone; too much rouge, lipstick way too red, and eyes done thick with both mascara and blue eye shadow. "Perfect," she thought to herself and felt an excited little charge course thro...
**Author's note: this is a BDSM story concerning a husband and wife who both get sexual pleasure from her domination of him. If that doesn't interest you, don't read this.** It was summer. The slow death of summer, with the shadows lengthening by the day. Outside, a lawnmower droned somewhere in the warren of suburban streets. The day's heat had dissi...
Entry 01 Diagnosed with Hypersexuality Dear Diary, I already have a Diary that I write in daily. Given what I learned and what happened, I have decided to start a second diary. A written record of the more unusual things that happen to me. And I will start with today. It is September 5th and I have just come back from the Doctor's office. Not the kind of...
I lowered my head as far into the pillow as possible to take a breath. The large woman sitting on my face tightly encircled me between brown thighs, restricting my movement to the point of complete constraint. The woman's moist flesh was a mere centimetre from my nose, and the instruction had been clear: use your tongue until I say stop. I took a second brea...
My feet quietly press against the raised gray circles of the outdated institutional tile as I methodically climb the stairs and arrive at the sixth floor. The bottom three floors of the university's library currently house a smattering of students that are studying and socializing before heading back to their dorm rooms to study and socialize more. The lack...
This was to be their first official meeting; they had been planning this for months, but as so often happens life just seems to intercede. Donna first "met" Ryan on the internet six months ago. After breaking up with her last disappointment she began to spend time in internet chatrooms talking about the subject that seemed to dominate her thoughts most, sex....
Author's note: This tale features a brain-damage fetish, unorthodox sex, and unstable people over age 18. This story is sexual but not really erotic, and is NOT for the squeamish, although nobody is forced, harmed, or trepanned here. I aimed the power drill at my forehead and pulled the trigger. The motor spun up to speed like a solid dust-devil. My future...