"You'll be right here Brett? I'm sorry that I have to leave you like this," said Paul. "It's ok Paul, Scott will be here in two hours," said Brett. "Ok, thanks for covering for me," said Paul. "It's alright your wife is having your child go on," said Brett. "Thanks mate," said Paul grabbing his coat as he walked out the door. "I'll be doing the rounds,"...
My dear sisters: I have been asked to give a history of my experience with Priapus, and my part in the revival of his ceremony. I trust that this account will not leave the walls of this sorority house. Here, as best I can recall and recount it, is the story. When I was in college in the early seventies, it was a very different environment than it is today...
The night itself seemed to yawn as a small, dark girl murmured in her sleep. The breeze that blew in from her open window gently caressed her skin and produced a small smile on her face as it slid through her short hair and cooled her body. The body of the girl was not as tiny as it looked as she moved within her dream, but she was tangled in sheets and a fl...
It was a warm Spanish spring and Maya's tears evaporated almost immediately as they splashed on the hot asphalt that made up the empty streets of Madrid. She didn't know where she was running or what she was going to do, she just knew she couldn't be around Felipe a moment longer. It had started, as falling outs often do, with a discussion about money. Coro...
This story contains: Lesbians, a Monstergirl (Gargoyle), a hell of a tongue, and nuns. *** Sister Eliza peered at the outside world through a window on the third floor of the Cathedral of Savior Virgo. Outside, she saw the wide dirt trail that led up to the abbey, her life and prison, as well as the rolling green hills. A river flowed close by, and she fol...
Prologue: The Last Dance I peek out, the crowd awaits. I hear them holler and laugh and chatter at one another in their drunken revelry. My thighs are wet in anticipation, for I know this is my last performance. The crackling speaker announces me, heralds me. Barely audible over the static. With this I walk on, the sound of whooping applause and lewd gaze...
Jerry's sister finds out what she's been missing This is a work of pure fiction. There is no connection to any real people or places. It is for entertainment only and is not to be reproduced without written consent. I think you will find this chapter a little more interesting, from an erotic standpoint. If you haven't read Ch 01, you may find it fills in s...
What the catalogue doesn't tell (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Robert MacAllister studied the catalogue with meticulous interest, every now and then taking a sip from his glass of finest ruby port. It was to be the biggest sale of erotic art for years and he had his eye on several items. He had been an avid collector of erotica for many ye...
Chapter 1 The klutzy hero This is my story. My name is or was Aaron. I was a pretty normal guy, 5 foot 8, brown hair, about 140 pounds. When the story first starts I am not overly muscular but not a complete wimp either. I was 24 and I felt like my life needed a boost. I always longed to be a ladies man. I thought of myself as attracting the ladies like...
Thank you Susan for all the help editing. * Hello. My name is Samantha. I am a fairy. Well, I'm not a real fairy. There are real fairies. There is even a fairy in the garden named Samantha but I'm not her. I'm a statue of a fairy. I wasn't always a statue though. I was once a living woman. I only became a fairy after my spirit was placed in the statue whil...