Iggy Stories

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Attaining Privacy

by inkling33 on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Igneous lay with his arm cradling Steffanie as she fretted about her migraine. He certainly had a lot to think about. Winning Steffanie's affections was not the difficulty he was facing. He had been her bedmate for weeks. It was deciding if he wanted to take their intimacy to another level entirely. The spiritual aspect of the great rite appealed to him grea...

One Night Ch. 09

by molly_hunter28 on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

"What's going on? What was that all about? I, I don't understand?" Scott James let his hands grip the wheel tighter as he drove through the city street. The lights seemed to float past them as they went. He himself had no idea why he had acted in such a manner. All along he had felt it would be just sexual, no emotion involved. Yet sex with her had been mor...

Fantasy Fulfilled

by RoniGrace on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I don't remember his name. I don't remember what it was that made me stop and chat with him. I do remember his screen name on AOL, but only because I thought it was something else; I think it was IGPoPInMan, which I had translated as I Go Pee In A Man (it actually had some thing to do with Iggy Pop). I had been doing the online dating thing for a couple of...

What the Hell's Happening Ch. 12-13

by next2ArchStanton on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Yeah, I know about the editing issues. I'm trying hard, honest. Thanks for persevering, cheers, Arch. The light dawns... ***** 12. LIGHTS, CAMERA... "Kevin, come here baby!" Kevin jumped to his feet and ran to the bedroom. His beautiful hot wife beckoned. She was sitting on the bed passively sucking Matt's cock. Her mouth was full so Kevin waited politel...

Halloween - 30,000 BC

by Jenny_Jackson on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Note to the reader: Many people have asked me how Halloween got started. Naturally they would ask me since it's well known that I know everything there is to know that's worth knowing. So this is the real story of how it all happened way back in the days when man still lived in the rough. Ogg rubbed charcoal on his face, arms, legs and body with the end of...

Diener: A Novella

by oneiria on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Horror

JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...

The Road to EGOT Season 02 Pt. 07

by ManUnited1086 on Sep 18, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

I was back in L.A and on my way to meet Ariana for lunch. The trip to Vancouver had been very productive and a lot of fun. But it was always nice to be home. I pulled up to the restaurant and left my car with the valet. The hostess led me to a table where Ariana was already waiting. She broke out in a large smile when she saw me and stood up to give me a hug...

Neighbor Ch. 01-03

by IgneousRocks on Mar 9, 2020
Mature

It's been over 20 months since I separately posted Neighbor Chapters 1, 2 and 3, which have now been deleted. I have just edited these earlier chapters and compacted them into one longer chapter. I have five further completed totally new Neighbor chapters to follow on from this piece. These remaining chapters will complete the whole Neighbor story concludi...

Black On Black Pegging: Hot Date!

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

Countless hours browsing the web for the kind of videos and images I knew I wouldn't find. No one caters to my own unique brand of kink. There simply aren't any BDSM websites out there which cater to people of African descent. My name is Jarvis Roger Mondesir. My friends call me J.R. I was born in the City of Jacmel in the Republic of Haiti, and moved with m...

Father Ben and Sister Holly Pt. 03

by IowaIke on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Father Ben paced nervously in his quarters late on a Thursday evening, a glass of brandy beside his favorite chair, and a half smoked cigar emitting a last futile plumelet of smoke in his ashtray. He was in his pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers; his mind lost in thought. Sister Holly sat nearby in a plain white dressing gown, her bare legs crossed and her toes...