Chapter Two Margaret It was all such a wicked illusion, thought Margaret, as her breath started catching in her throat. Had anyone chanced to see her in her present condition, undoubtedly they would have branded her a whore. She was on her bed, nude, with her butt up in the air and her full udders hanging down like obscene pendulums of flesh. For that las...
"I have an announcement to make." The hostess said ceremoniously. "You don't gotta go home, but you can't stay here." Some of the partygoers groaned, others simply chugged their last bit of beer and straggled to the door. Nadia looked around, her chances of going home alone were getting greater all the while. She would probably walk home with her house-mate...
Dave and Kaufman decided they needed another roommate for their two bedroom Los Angeles apartment. It was in a really cool complex downtown with a lot of attractive people living there. The tenants liked to tell visitors it was built inside what had once been a sex toy factory which was almost true. But for Kaufman and Dave it was slightly above their means....
Margaret was a busy woman, and over the past few years had had little time for relationships. Even casual sex had become an only occasional indulgence, and her frustration was growing. She was forty years old now, and as the owner of her own chain of swish clothes shops, she found herself in a position to take a step back and enjoy some of life's finer vibra...
A note from After Dusk: I just wanted to mention that this entire story is by no means what I'd consider a final draft; I've been playing around recently with the idea of showing the same scenes from different perspectives (as I did with the last part). Coming up soon there will be situations that happen in which the characters are not together, so it will...
Unbeknownst to Eric, Chrissy had her own fears to conquer. She had thought she was just going to take a small nap. After Eric had said he was going to talk with Harold, a blanket of weariness covered her and she thought a nap would be nice. As she walked into the house, Margaret Parker greeted her at the door. “Going to take a little nap sweetie?” she pleas...
How a watcher from across the street is invited by my wife to join us and spent the afternoon. "Someone's watching us." I was too engrossed to hear her. She was perched above me, on her hands and knees and my face was buried between her legs. My tongue was working on her aroused clit and then sliding between the swollen lips of what she always called her c...
This is part two of a confession related to me by my transvestite friend Roberta, and like the first part, is so sexy without any further elaboration by me. Having seen some of the photographs, I can only say that she strays very little from the truth. Meantime I am trying to convince her to let me publish a few on the Internet. Watch this space. Exactly tw...
As Jack followed Pastor Sarah up the steps of the parsonage he noticed her perfectly shaped legs and her short skirt showing off her thighs as she climbed the steps. What a perfect ass she has, he thought, hoping he would soon have his hands wrapped around it. Sarah could feel herself getting moist as she thought about the possibilities of his cock filling...
This part of Eternal owes a lot to Morpheus's The Day the World Changed, which takes the opposite view of some of the same ideas. Apparently, I'm not allowed to write the name of the site it's on, but you can find it by Googling the title and author. Also, with apologies to Atlus: This story has only one sex scene. Thank you for your understanding. However,...