You know those times when you tell yourself you have to do something as soon as possible, and then you mentally keep shifting "as possible" back and back, so that you can procrastinate while staying resolute in your own mind? Maybe that's just me. I know that I played the same mental tricks on myself when trying to ask out Cathy Chu in high school (I never d...
I hadn't set my alarm, so I could sleep for as long as my body felt it needed me to. When I realised I could hear sounds from outside (birds were twittering in the tree outside my window) and opened my eyes to look at the clock, it told me that it was a quarter to eleven. Over ten hours sleep! I must have needed it. I got up and doddered in to the kitchen to...
SUNDAY MORNING WITH CRYSTAL Paul woke up first Sunday morning with a piss hard-on that wouldn't quit. He looked at Crystal and she looked so vulnerable in her naked state. Her pussy hair glistened in the soft light. Paul moved her legs apart and slid in between them. He then positioned his big cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly filled her cunt wi...
'She said she wanted to talk to me face to face. It's the least I can do I am sort of screwing her over.' Alex placated Nikole who clung to his arm as they walked down the moonlit pavement. 'We shouldn't be stopping at all, we should just go.' She said softly, her voice trembling slightly. 'I know baby, I know but it's on the way.' Alex replied nodding ge...
This is the continuing story of a white wife and different men, most of them black. If you don't like interracial relations, don't force yourself to read it. If you do enjoy the story, please be one of the one-percent of readers who take a second to vote. Your comments and feedback are always welcome, although I can't always respond for privacy purposes. So...
This story follows the short descriptive tales of the Blob, a fictional alien character, based in a post war-time, 1960's-esque civilisation. Miranda, a buxom girl of big heart and even bigger breasts, and her friend, Jane, a small and stout beauty of dark hair and hypnotisingly striking features, find discarded barrels of alien fluid. Overcome by the mind c...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
I'm Desiree, and I'm a dancer. No, not a ballerina. And you won't see me in Broadway shows. Or backing up singers at rock concerts. The dancing I do is a bit more...exotic. Yeah, okay, I'm a stripper. Strippers traffic in fantasy. We embody fantasy. We facilitate it. We act it out. We ARE fantasy. Our audiences (usually men) see something in us that they wa...
Ruth had just returned home to find her daughter, Kimmy, half out of a slutty wedding gown. I was dressed only in shorts I had hastily pulled up to hide my erection , created by Kimmy vamping me as she told tales about her wild days as a single woman. Kimmy hoped her confessions would inspire me to convince Ruth to agree with her preference of dress. After...
Note: This is My Erotic Fiction, which means you cannot repost it without permission, that it may be illegal or immoral for you to read (so don't if it is), and that it is all made up. Note 2: This is an experiment. I am writing a couple stories with a similar plot but wildly differing mechanisms. If I ever publish the other it will be called "SSI: Transfor...