Dottie never dressed in a flattering way, but that made no difference to me. I wanted to reach into those khaki slacks to rub her flabby belly. I wanted to peel off her polo shirt and suck her sagging tits while running my hands through her short, grey hair. We sat across her kitchen table from each other sipping tea. She was 20 years my senior, but I could...
It was 2:30 when I shook hands with the last of our friends and closed the door. 8 guys had been here since the early evening, and they were all thoroughly exhausted and satisfied when they left. I smiled, locked up, and made my way into the kitchen. When I first met Ellie, I had never thought we would spend our Saturdays like that! She had been a virgin wh...
Please be kind to me, this is my first attempt at anything like this. *** I stirred from my sleep when the door slammed, followed by familiar footsteps around the kitchen. I listened intently as he went straight to the liquor cabinet, slammed a glass on the counter, and as I knew from many times watching him do so, he poured himself a glass of whiskey. "U...
"Hands on the desk," he told the blushing student, caressing her firm ass through her neon-pink panties. "You'll do what I say or you'll have an 8am lecture every day of the week, you understand? Your academic progress has been completely unacceptable and this is the only way to stay on track." She'd walked in that afternoon carefree and innocent, just anot...
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These short stories do not need to be read sequentially. *** One by one, the husks of flesh had dropped lifelessly to the dirty floor of the warehouse. Toutatis has cycled through them, gleanin...
Here we are again! The next chapter is here - I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to support me! I was jolted from my fuzzy sleep to feel my back aching, my shoulders sore and feet tingling above me as the older model ship docked with the space station in geostationary orbit of the Insatious Class, permission-only, prison planet. I knew that someone, maybe...
Warning: this story has subjects relating to abuse and a range of other very dark subjects if you are sensitive about this then please don't read if you do then enjoy and don't worry it's a love story there's always a happy ending in a love story. ----- An old plastic tray in my hands waiting in line to get some food, looking around at all the people in th...
"Don't worry, Ms. Whelehan, it'll be fine. You know I can handle it," the young woman said, standing in the kitchen and smiling prettily as she bounced Caleb on one hip. "I know that Maddie," Carly said, matching Maddie's smile with one of her own. "I guess I'm just nervous. I've not spent any time away from the boys since I became their guardian. I worry."...
/ /Author's Note: This story, Terrible Company, is sprawling sword-and-sorcery fantasy satire with a diverse cast of characters. Over its many chapters, those characters will have interactions (both with each other and others) that cross many of the lines that exist between Lit genres. I have come to believe that breaking the story into those different categ...
"Did you hear that Jason Benson is going to be in town for the Fourth?" asked my friend, Jeff. "It was short notice, but the town fathers decided to make him the grand marshal of the parade. They figured Mayor Kane did it last year and he'll probably do it again next year. What's more American than a war hero in your town's Independence Day parade?" "No, Je...