Anne was the first to wake the third morning of her forced adventure. She glanced at Jacob in the morning light and then at Bobby. Both boys stirred emotions in her but, Bobby, the stouter boy made her think of lost chances. Anne knew now that what she wanted was a new opportunity. The previous days encounters had fulfilled her with delights she had forgotte...
Liz and I have been swinging since 2009. My wife Liz is now 43, and an Ivy league graduate. She was Queen Preppy in her social group and never slept around. When we met, Liz had let only three cocks violate her tight little pussy, and she definitely wasn't the nympho she is now. Since I left a major Financial services company to create a consulting "Swat T...
Tom and Alice Tom and Alice lay on Alice's bed, clothed except for shoes, on their sides facing each other in a long, body to body embrace. Sometimes, this was how they talked, lying there in each other's arms. There was so much to talk about. There was so much to feel good about. They had saved Angela's bacon. The situation was difficult but, together, the...
“You can’t even feel it anymore, can you?” She said as gazed dreamily down upon me, as I sat before her on the black, poured concrete floor of her dungeon. Her words dripping from Her lips like honey seeping from a honeycomb. Mistress Jill was the picture of royalty, seated before me. I felt as a knight presenting himself to the Queen. Her essence was...
These are separate set of adventures of Michael (Michelle) from the Dorm Floor Bitch series. Check out my other works to see if I've made any more... ;) * The men in white lab coats led us quickly down the long, white hallway. My new handsome companion and I were hustling to catch up with them, our hospital gowns fluttering loosely on us. In front of me, I...
An Erotic tale from the Midnight Hours Author's note: This ongoing story will certainly not be to everyone's taste. It represents an attempt to combine the boundless eroticism that can only be found in one's dreams along with an element of the Supernatural. Judge as you will. Feedback is always welcome. Prelude: She was there again in my dreams. This nig...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. The name is Steve "Suleiman" Fleur, and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I'm an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that's for damn sure. Might as well tell you about...
This is the central hub for a collection of one-shots and branches set in a single fictional world, Autumn. These tales can be read in effectively any order, and require no introduction. If you want to leap right in, go ahead. Otherwise, a short primer is printed below. Table of Contents I - (Male God) walking out of the endless wilderness. I - A (very botto...
It finally stopped. Carmen leaned into the shower spray, glad to feel something clean as she panted, hand still wrapped around her shaft. Not far away, Ryuka snickered. She couldn't see past the curtain, but that didn't stop her from peering into Carmen's mind, and seeing the last drop of white fall from her penis. Obscured, her snatch dripped with its own o...
An infinite, never-ending black void... check. Can’t feel my own body, check. A blue text box hovering in front of me, check. ‘Wait, wait wait… Hold up, something ain’t right…’ It was at this moment, that I remembered, I died. Well, at least it’s not by a truck, that’d be too cliché. No, I died in a plane crash. What are the odds? It just so happened that a...