This story is fiction. It includes interracial, group, rough, lesbian sex. The main character is sexually used and abused much to her own enjoyment. If you don't like this kind of story, you may want to consider reading a romance novel. * Bobbie didn't see John for the next few days. She eventually found herself missing his cock and found herself ringing h...
Harry, my husband, and I were at the local watering hole. It was a Saturday night and a group of black guys had dropped in that were not locals. They had gotten louder and more rowdy as the evening wore on and, of course, Harry had had more than a few and he had begun grumbling about their behavior. Finally, things began to go south as my husband shouted a...
Author's notes: Thanks again to everyone to wrote in or commented on November(my Halloween Story) As I promised in my comment there, this story is a bit different for me. No one flying through the air backwards and upside down with their hair on fire. It's a more emotional simpler story. My esteemed editor suggested that there should be two endings, but a lo...
“I’ll get pregnant for you if you want!” Kasey said over the phone. She made it sound half-joking, half-casual, but Dave knew that she was serious. He knew that she would love to get pregnant by him. They have had a weird relationship these past four years. It began with her as a customer at his work. They would flirt a lot, and talk a lot. She would come...
Notes from the author: Nope, no sex. Not even J&K sex. All plot. Trust me people when I say that I want Curt and Beth to hook up. Very. Badly. But the story's gonna go how it's gonna go. Nothing worse than a rushed fucking story. I won't be a party to it. LOL. Much love from your favorite stubborn fucked-up-erotica author. --J *********************...
My name is John Taylor. I grew up in a midsized southern town in Alabama. I met my wife when we were in high school together. Connie Smith was a real beauty, with long legs and curves in all the right places. Her hair was long and brown with a reddish tint. She reminded me of an actress I had seen on TV, on one of those soap operas, but I could never remembe...
I lied. I told Emily and the others that I sent an email to my children, Caitlin and Sean Patrick, detailing their mother's betrayal and infidelity. Of course I didn't do that. But I wanted Emily to think I had lost my mind - that I would do something that cruel and that, what's the word - inappropriate. I wanted her to lose confidence that she knew me and...
We first got to know young Craig soon after we moved into number 178. Actually it was through his mother we got to meet him. His mother Maureen, and father Sid, lived at number 174. Soon after we moved in they dropped by to welcome us to the street. They brought young Craig with them in his wheel chair. Maureen and I became great friends and eventually she...
1.2.4. Submission Richard had been analyzing the documents on the chip for nearly ten hours, taking only occasional short breaks to eat and stroke his bound Selene. Only when he looked at the clock did he realize that Selene had been driven from one orgasm to the next for just as long. He was supposed to set her free and let her eat. Richard noted with reg...
Chapter 1 I was watching my wife walk across the parking lot to her car. I had shown up at her office to take her to lunch but as I drove into the lot, I found that she apparently already had a previous engagement as they walked to her car. I didn't recognize the guy but it was obvious they were more than friendly as they held hands. That's when, I thought...