This is my first attempt at writing erotica, and it reflects many of the fetishes I have, although some of them are too nasty even for me. My idea was reaching the limits of an almost unexplored niche, hope some people out there enjoys it and even leave a comment. ***** 1 Maddeline was in panic. A few meters away from her, the train was closing its doors...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...
The next night, I woke up in the same position I had first fallen into on my bed. My legs were dangling over the side of my bed, my arms spread out by my sides. Well, they always say that we vampires sleep like the dead. I sat up, my stomach lurched with an ache, the familiar hunger for human blood. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of my room,...
It was Memorial Day weekend and the school had been closed; yet Paul was incredibly horny and as usual, it hadn't been one of Mary's days for sex. Hell, they had been married only a short time and she may have fucked him about six times since then missionary style, and he didn't even bother to ask her to suck his cock after the one time he had tried to eat h...
Being a roving security officer I see some odd things. I have seen interesting types of vehicles in the parking lot, odd choices in clothes and strange people. Sometimes the people aren't odd but what they are doing is. This past Saturday evening around ten o'clock I was patrolling my parking lots as usual when a man flagged me down to let me know about a p...
Sitting here at the stoplight in rush hour 5 pm traffic, i realize just how much i do hate traffic. The idiots behind me are enough to make a priest suffer from a serious case of road rage. Thank goodness i only have a short distance more to drive before i will be home. You told me last night that i would not see You for a few days since You have some family...
Based on Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events. My name is Gina Gilson. It is my singular duty to decipher and record the sad, unlucky story of Ellen Hall. I am sorry to disappoint but there is no entertainment to be found in this chronicle. Her story is one containing many horrible turns and traumatic events, as such, I recommend you stop reading...
This part is not so sexually explicit, since it's dedicated only to the day I've met Helen, and how things have happened... ***** My watch shows that Brad is late - we've recently finished our military service, where we've been colleagues, so I'm confused - we don't use to be late, or not keep our word... We're supposed to go have a beer. The moment I'm...
I gripped the handle of my valise tightly as the train began to pull away from the platform. Glancing down the corridor, I could see men, women, and children reaching out the windows toward loved ones left behind. Turning my back to them, I stumbled toward the first empty compartment in sight, and quickly slid the door shut behind me. The commotion outside h...
Bantu grinned as Krynolyn motioned excitedly for him to follow her into her considerable back yard. Krynolyn was sweet, but a little controlling for a girl who purported to be a submissive. She was from a big political family in Buttermilk Falls, a family with a considerable amount of money, and she herself worked as a yoga instructor. "On personal yachts....