I sat at my desk at work and tried to look busy. In reality I was looking at pictures of Michelle Keegan (the stunning brunette barmaid in Coronation Street) and imagining her being under my desk sucking me off. Every so often I risked a reach down with my hand and rubbed my stiffening dick. The office I shared with three other people was pretty empty ( Dave...
I'm sure that in the life of every private detective there comes a day when he is woken up by a pounding on his door. And that, after he foolishly opens the door without looking first, he gets his ass beaten up by three incredible women who were dressing in black vinyl, leather, studded belts, and high heels. Also of course, this theoretical private detectiv...
Splat. "Take that you motherfucker!" Splat. "Another male chauvinist bites the dust." I had taken to whacking the crickets that invaded our sorority house with an oar. A Hookmaster two and a half-foot long weapon that is very light and comes in handy quite often. That oar has never been in a boat. Not only is it great for smacking bugs, mice or whatever, i...
"And you shipped the cargo where?!" "Um...er, Planet 487, outer rim." "487, four-fucking-eight-seven, a primitive non-member planet. You sent a Sorkassigan Oil Worm, the rarest most in demand species in the civilized galaxy, to a planet full of half-savage primates. Are you guys that stupid or is this some sort of humor-gram?" "Well uh...um...er...gulp! W...
[This story takes place immediately after the events described at the end of Chapter 2. This is in February, 1968.] 1966 Mercury Montego After the Pontiac was gone Valerie stood by the light pole at 48th and Twelfth trying to consider her situation. Being February, it was still fully dark. She was tired and cold and a wind blew in from the Hudson River. Ne...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Maya had a difficult night. Sonia kept tossing and turning, heedless of her presence. It wasn't just that she shoved her smelly feet in her face now and then, but that she kept kicking and prodding her as she moved through the night. The smell only got sharper and cheesier,...
Why would anyone want to write naughty stories about characters who were very seldom, if ever, naughty? The question answers itself, really. <<<<<<<>>>>>>> In choosing to write erotica set in J.R.R. Tolkien's universe, one is immediately confronted with the nearly sexless nature of that universe. There aren't all...
In anticipation of our on line meeting I needed to give myself something to do until then so I decided to write you a naughty story. This is a story of how I would envision you and I meeting in a public setting. This is also a story of my ideal sexual encounter with a woman. Hopefully it will make you want to finger yourself or get out your vibrator if you h...
Sherman Myers squirmed like a maggot at the bottom of a trash heap. With his pocket protector and duct-taped glasses, he looked like the kind of wimp who stayed home on Friday nights to play video games on his computer. Nothing gave me more joy than to watch him suffer. I'd finally found an excuse to fire the worthless prick, and he knew it. Sweat beaded on...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen. A young woman confesses she prefers older men, and proves it. * * * I had been in town on business all week. One afternoon, I decided to spend the last hour of work at the BlockHouse coffee shop. When I got there, a...