De Valmont was able to ignore the sounds coming from the bedroom very easily. Claire tended to scream during their violent sex, so her pitiful cries could be easily overlooked. The servants were very well trained. No one asked any questions or went anywhere near the Master Suite. Or perhaps they were just frightened of him. That is the thought that made hi...
My name is Allen. I have a twin brother named Alvin. We are "mirror" twins. I am right-handed; he is a leftie. I part my hair on the left; he parts his on the right. You men will get this part: I hang left; he hangs right. Yes, we are identical; thus we are "mirror twins." This story has its genesis in our first year of college. I went to a private college i...
Sometimes, I think that people protest too much about the things they claim to hate. A lot of homophobes have been proven to be secretly gay or lesbian. And I think some racists have an attraction to the very race they claim to hate, and I think they hate themselves for it, thus fueling their hatred and self-disgust. I know these things because I've been the...
I felt the need to write a straight-forward sex piece (with more than a little humor.) This is a highly predictable little ditty I just needed to get out when I'd gone a little too long without any. Enjoy! ********************** "But he's such a dickwad!" "That's not your concern," Brian asserted levelly, "Who she chooses to date is up to her." "But..."...
The following chapter is mostly character development and not much erotica, nevertheless; before we begin here are the usual disclaimers:...this is porn...you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is. You're an a...
Lorraine Hauser, a native of the Kwazulu-Natal region of South Africa, is loving the City of Atlanta, Georgia. The place is big but quaint, and honestly, it reminds her of her homeland of South Africa. Of course, the local Black men were nothing like the Zulus and Xhosas that Lorraine was used to bedding, but for a bit of summertime entertainment, they would...
This is the second in a series of episodes that involve mature women who share one thing in common. Let's just say they are Rubanesque in stature. One can ask with validity why a man would write such a saga. I don't know quite frankly. The thought just came to me once and I followed it taking several months off and on to complete it to my satisfaction. Let m...
She is wild, this one. Pure. We have the place to ourselves, the after-party is going on close to the local watering hole so no-one is likely to interrupt this private performance, even on the main stage with ten thousand empty seats pointing at us. Both naked except for sweat and each other's limbs, both locked into the shared space of instinct and sensat...
As a helicopter pilot you always end up setting up static displays at different air shows throughout the country. When I got to my first command I was designated "The Air Show Bitch" meaning for the next six months I would be flying from air show to air show every weekend. I didn't mind doing it because I was single and I figured maybe I would get laid by a...
I was inspired to write this story by the 1967 song with the same title by Doctor Hook and the Medicine Show that was written by Shel Silverstein. If you are not familiar with this mournful ballad, it is available on ITunes and other online platforms. This story tells a version of the background and a possible conclusion, so I hope you like my interpretation...