Everyone even remotely involved with sex in this story is an adult. I was intensely body shy when I was eighteen. I don't know why. My family wasn't particularly prudish or anything. My father and my older brothers often lounged around the house in underwear when I was growing up. As the only girl in a house full of men, I probably saw more flesh then most...
Jack's youth had been a funny thing; he had left school at sixteen; he was now twenty-two and a multi-millionaire. His grandfather had been an incredible influence in Jack's life; his grandfather was a very successful businessman, his interests were varied, the business closest to his grandfather's heart was his Antique business and his Auction House. He als...
"When I count to three you will awake, feel wonderful and you'll be ready to begin," I said softly. "One, two, three!" She lifted her head, blinked, then carefully looked around. She didn't see me or her surroundings. In her mind I wasn't there and the room was somewhere other than my study. Idly I marveled at the wonders of Hypnosis. Mrs. Ruth Claypool was...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
When I woke up the next morning my wives were snuggled warmly about me. I just lay there like a sultan of Araby, soaking it up. I drowsily considered the most cost effective way to do my work. If I continued to stay in hotels as I made my rounds, it was soon going to get very expensive. Even if every hotel gave me the same type of excellent discount Mr. Wa...
The highway that descended down out of the foothills into the Yakima Valley was nearly deserted even though it was mid-afternoon. The late December sky had turned a slate gray to signal an oncoming snow storm. My car moved along easily, occasionally side slipping on a patch of black ice, but nothing dangerous. I'd driven this road many times over the years....
"Can you tell me how he is? Will he be alright?" Stephen was driving a bit too quickly down the road, with Grace in the passenger seat. Shortly after receiving his mother's call, they fully dressed and were out the door, making the short trip out to the hospital. "He's.. in a lot of pain," said Grace, slowly, with a fearful expression on her face. "Is he...
Preface: When I discovered erotica on the internet over a decade ago, almost all the stories were written by Americans or Europeans. The few Indian stories were a mishmash of hurriedly described fantasies in bad grammar. The only exception was an author named Mary Jorsay Gandmar. The deliciously dirty Hindi pun in the name is indicative of her body of work -...
That evening after dinner, I started back to work on my book. At first, the going was slow but soon the words started pouring through my fingers onto the keyboard. I was composing on the fly just like I had done when I first started writing my stories. I felt a renewed vigor coursing through my mind as my newest story began unfolding. “What’re you smiling a...
Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker is fiction. Everyone is over 18 and shuns condoms. Tags: fuckfest, bisexual, pregnancy, fighting sperm. If you object, stop reading. Voices may be unreliable. Details may be incorrect. Opinions may not be the author's. Read prior chapters first. Enjoy! ***** Stanley Steamer 09: Ellise & Anathea Steaming hot music and women...