Station Salem Four: Captain Esek Hrelle looked out at the line of recruits behind the flimsy wall of their fortress, all fresh faces eager to please, and thought: Mother's Cubs, I have boots older than some of them. Was I ever that young? He already knew the answer: of course he'd been, and even younger, barely able to keep his tail under control, and as e...
Prologue: This story was written for a girl on her birthday. But she never got to see it. I wanted to drag her out of her suburban prison where everything was placid and 'nice' (god, how I hate that word!). I figured I could relight her fires with memories of her wild youth, and lead her down my vicarious garden path on an internet-inspired magical myste...
First submission. Comments and criticisms welcomed. Be kind. ***** Mrs E is back! God only know where she's been. I need to see her so badly, my pantie fetish is all consuming and I am taking such risks to get 'fresh' ones. The fear of getting caught though is in my mind worth the risk to inhale the scent of a damp pair before masturbating over them. It's...
Author's Note: This is a fictional story that includes sexual themes. The sexual descriptions in this story take place between adult characters aged 18 or older. ***** It was the last day of school before spring break and I should have been ecstatic for my family trip to Las Vegas. But it was just my luck that one of my aunts dies and the trip is cancelled...
"Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous." It was Thursday evening; Evan was heading to Toxic Cherry, the club he worked at. His shift was starting at 7, but as usual he was there earlier. Evan was in his early twenties, tall, dark and handsome. Hazel eyes, a killer smile that of which could make any woman's legs give out from under her and to top it a...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: This is a prequel to Sara's Vanilla Soles. I know it's been an age, but I had mixed feelings about writing erotica. All characters are over 18 years of age. Brian Miller couldn't fall asleep. He lay in bed, covered in sweat. The fan in the window provided little re...
A/N: Okay, after months of waiting, here's the 3rd part of Ch. 7. Apologies for this but as I mentioned I was working on things. Anyway, I was aiming to only have 3 parts to chapter 7, but it's going to be 4 parts. Thanks to the one Anon for commenting in the last part. Remember folks ya'll will get mentioned here in my Author's Notes if you comment. No worr...
Demi Maxwell was the hottest fucking 18 year old that I had ever laid my eyes on. Unfortunately, she was also the best student in my AP Government class at Langston High School. Yes, you heard that right. She was my student. So while her body might've made its way into just about every single jackoff fantasy I had throughout that school year, it was a stri...
I thought it would be really easy but it wasn't. So many times I played it through in my head and it was sure to be a doddle. There's absolutely no way she'd laugh in my face- or would she? Less than 48 hours had passed since I'd had my hand in Ann's knickers. Not very dignified admittedly, against a wall outside a Liverpool nightclub with goodness knows wh...
Consolidation [weeks 3 & 4] In the space of two weeks the Latex Club had generated a sizable squad of converts. So over the next couple of weeks we took some care to cut a low profile: "nothing to see here," sort of thing. Except rude sex, of course. Those of us least human in appearance - that is to say Clyde, Elfie, the Maxettes, and I - stayed out o...