It was 9 PM on a cold Tuesday night and I was sitting at a bar on the other side of town. I had a date set up with a married man I'd first met online. It wasn't really so much a date, as it was a quick get together for sex. We've had sex twice before and most likely this will be our last encounter. I was no longer looking for a relationship or an emotional c...
I must find her in all this carnage. She can't be dead. I don't care what I saw. I must see it with my own eyes. I must see it to know the truth. I pierce through the air like a ship launching through the atmosphere. I arrive where it happened. Where that monster took her from me. Withered husks litter the ground, but there's only one that grabs my attenti...
*Author's Note: Susan Winter is a 'relationship expert' who is a very attractive, 62-year old woman who claims to have never dated anyone older than 41. She says that after ending a ten-year relationship in which she was just going through the motions, she attended a wedding where a much-younger man kept asking her to dance. When she finally relented and he...
Justin woke up early in the morning next to the soft naked body of Kim. Her arm was thrown casually around his waist, and her head was cradled to his chest. He stroked the soft strands of her straight, soft hair that fell over her shoulder. He felt so relaxed and happy that she was there right now in his bed, in his arms. This must be what heaven feels like,...
We met in front of a downtown club. It was a place I hadn't heard of before - Club Serpentine Rouge or as Mackenzie called it, The Red Serpent. It was a mixed gay and straight dance spot, but it had a lesbian section called, Club Sappho, which was our destination, that had an intimate dance floor that played an eclectic mix of Eurobeat electo music. I'd dres...
Disclaimer This is a four-part white woman, black man cuckolding novel. It is written based on fantasy sexual scenarios. Some characters are written as stereotypes in order to advance this fantasy. The cuckold character behaves weakly and doesn't stand up for himself. The black bull characters behave aggressively, and are not written as living human beings...
Meghan's POV "Don't say a word," I said as I elbowed him in the ribs. He grunted, then sat down. "Put that away and look at me." He put the ticket back in his wallet and put his phone down. I leaned in, whispering in his ear. "This isn't the time or place. Don't say anything until you have Snake and Dagger alone, this is club business." He nodded, still...
The sunset is magnificent today. Feels like I'm using my goggles for the first time a decade. Forgot how dim they make everything, but I can stare straight at the sun in 'em. I take another sip of my mimosa and sigh contentedly. "That looks delicious," The Cap'n says as he sits down next to me. "Got any more?" "Naw. Pretty sure this is the last of it. It...
Everyone has a fantasy, even me. Mine is to be fucked by a stranger in an elevator. Let me explain why I have such a fantasy. I love to read, and many of the erotic porn tales I enjoy have some scene where a girl encounters a man, often a stranger, in an elevator and something kinky and erotic takes place. Sometimes she's groped and fingered, sometimes she's...
I kneel down and run my hand through the green grass. The bathrobe I grabbed hangs open lewdly, untied, as I stare. Charlotte bursts out the back door a few seconds later, bedsheet wrapped tightly around her shoulders and dragging along the ground behind her. I look back over my shoulder at her. I'm sure her blank stare matches mine. *** "Should I bring...