I want to thank the readers for hanging in there with this story line. I also want to thank you for the wonderful comments. I appreciate you all for taking the time to send me an email or comment, I will respond to each one. We were having such a wonderful time sitting together on the beach and watching the sun begin to set. The weather only changes a fe...
It's pouring down rain outside, on a cold, cold night. Lana and I are sitting at home alone, well into our second bottle of wine. I'm drunk, and she's drunker. Suddenly she looks over at me, and tells me how lucky I am. "Oh? Why's that?" She replies: "I could have any guy I want, but I choose you. I've only ever been with you. Well, except for Cliff, but t...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Lana Verity was in her room one day, working on a literal world-changing computer program. As more and more code was being typed and implemented, the girl fidgeted and shook in anticipation and wanton excitement. At a first glance, Lana looked like a regular high school graduate....
"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...
Jim and Lana Mitchell lived next to Joe and Ellen Bonner for over 5 years. Several neighbors had come and gone but the Mitchells and the Bonners were still there. They had become very good friends and often played cards and generally neighbored back and forth. Jim is a handsome man that had acquired quite a good deal of money from his job. His job in the lo...
I could tell something was wrong with my programming from the very start. I'd been brought to my clients' home on a warm Sunday morning, probably delivered in a truck. The delivery man must have unboxed me, showed my clients how to care for my body, and what to do if something goes wrong — all that must have happened, but I wasn't yet around to observe it. I...
This is a story of sex-positive, bisexual male and female eighteen year olds set in the early 90's. So if male on male scenes (though none in this chapter) and girls licking hairy pussies (lots and lots of that in this chapter) aren't your thing, you might want to bow out now. As always, I appreciate and look forward to your comments. Chapter 3 Travis woke...
This story is something I have been playing around with in my head. As a writer I wanted to try my hand a erotica once. Personally I have always enjoyed many stories on this website of all different genres and wanted to contribute to it. I noticed that I found it hard to write a decent length and interesting sex scene and I enjoyed the challenge. This story...
Lana fiddled with the key of her dorm room before pushing it open, the simple task seeming like a feat to her tired body. The first month of college had been taxing, far more taxing than she had ever imagined. As her shoulders ached from the newly acquired textbooks which felt like they weighed a ton, she shuddered at the thought of what mid-terms would brin...
Alone in her trailer, a full month removed from her serendipitous soiree with Glen at the motel, Lana sat on her tattered and worn sofa, dreading the impending result of the wheels they had put into motion after having sex that morning. Invigorated, at the time, by a man who was willing to show her some attention, sexual and otherwise, Lana had poured her s...