On a message board that hasn't had a serious update to its formatting in the better part of a decade, h-games are deposited, and links to download terabytes of illicit images are stored, from the most well-known vanilla games to the sickest things that aren't hosted on anything but the darkest part of the internet. For one hour one night, a link was posted,...
My Boyfriend likes to expose me or perhaps it should be called The exhibitionist no longer in denial by Vanessa Evans All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place. Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this p...
Abigail wanted to see me use another musical instrument as a sex toy. This time it's the Oboe. I'm not sure how well that would work out since the Oboe has a smaller bell than the Clarinet has, so I don't know how I would fit my penis inside that instrument. Trying to get this instrument would be tricky. This girl, named Lorrie, is the only girl in band cla...
I have a passion for the English language bordering on the obsessive, I have to own up to that from the start. I do not have the benefit of a good education. I suffer from dyslexia, a condition not recognised at the time when I was growing up so my lack of scholastic achievement was attributed to slowness, stupidity or downright laziness. An opinion and att...
"Oh, Joe," she whispered her eyes glazed with unshed tears. "I'm speechless; your kiss is so profound. I don't ever want to use my lips for anything else ever again. I want to forever be engaged in kissing you." Angelica blinked and smiled, she remembered this couple from her first experience with the erotic authors, but it seemed she'd flicked back to the...
Once again I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His advice has improved this chapter drastically. I have made a few changes since his last review and want to emphasize any errors are definitely mine. * Before they returned to America Roger crossed the channel and sailed into Brest where he sold the cargo in his merchantman...
Mallory has now stopped talking to me. I had to clean out her English horn pretty good before she would play it again; she refused to go to school if I didn't. I even checked to see if she still keeps it in the same place, but she doesn't. Abigail told me she keeps it in the band room now, which a lot of good that will do her to stop me. This little incident...
Author's Note: When I first published this (I hope) slightly humorous little paper, it was just to answer some ill-informed anonymous critic, and explain to readers why I used the words I did in my stories. Little did I realise that it would raise more feedback from further afield than all of my stories put together! I've had comments from people from the U...
"Heathens, every one of them. Godless heathens!" The governess hissed in protestant fury as their palanquin was born behind the Regiment of Foot in solid British scarlet. The harsh and heavy wool and brass seemed out of place in the opulent heat of Madhya Presh, even as the heavy boots and heavier guns dragged behind the column trampled the traditional freed...
I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His efforts have greatly improved my submission. As always the errors remain mine however. * Finally, nearly a year after the sinking of the English Frigate and the capture of the surviving crew Roger decided it was time to make the trip to England. It was now 1606 and they had three of...