It was only morning, but already the sun was burning hot. Julie had gotten on the bus at around sunrise, but already there had only been a few seats left. A couple of stops later and it was at max capacity. Most of these people were heading for the beach. Julie had gone swimming there a few days earlier, but this time she had set her eyes on the cliffs and m...
Eleanor Brigham looked out of the window of the detached mansion that was now hers in entirety, with a smug smile that echoed her contentment. Her eyes took in the clear air of the elevated township of Penkhull, and the grimy smoke of the potteries which swirled below it; the filth of an industry which had led to her late husband's wealth... and which was no...
Abraham James Green is the name and I am the hero of this tale. In fact, I totally approve this message. At the time this story took place, I was a student at Milford Hawkins College, a small private school located near the town of Kati, Texas. I was just a tall, good-looking young black man beginning his college career quite enthusiastically at what appeare...
Cadance checked her phone, the hint of a smile crossing her regal features, as she contemplated how to spend the day. It was a gorgeous late-summer afternoon in Equestria. She'd slept in, made herself look good, savored brunch, and was ready to tackle the day. Admiring her reflection in her phone, Cadance knew she looked good. The epitome of aristocratic pon...
I'd cultivated neat appearance in consideration of the day's mission: Blue blazer, brown slacks. A trim haircut and a clean shave. Serious, but down-to-earth. Once behind the wheel of my restored '72 Mustang, I swung onto the road to the suburb. My eyes were fixed on the street ahead. Austin Rey was Ms. Forbearance, herself. The founder of Morality For...
Izabella and Richard had it all: a beautiful house, luxurious cars, and a live-in maid to attend to their every need. On the surface, their life seemed like a dream come true. But behind closed doors, things were far from perfect. Richard had always been an overworked career man, striving to climb the corporate ladder while also maintaining his household. Un...
The Smut-verse was vast the Goon lords ruling each world their twisted minds of imagination happened to visit. Thus from theses humble beginnings Goon Tales from the Smut-verse was born,Which came to open many different worlds of possibilities from the mind’s of each of the Goon Lords that graced the Smut-verse. Now the Smut-verse was not something fake it h...
This story is part fiction, part real. The characters in the story are people from real life and most of the circumstances and surroundings are very much real. As usual, there is some amount of exaggeration and spice added to make it more appealing to the reader. Just like my other stories, please be warned that the story contains very strong cuckoldry ele...
Writing smut, like any other kind of writing, takes a certain amount of skill and knowledge. Some writing skills are not required, such as establishing characters or plot development, because the only thing the dedicated readers of smut care about is graphic sex, and the more detailed it is, the better. Character is less important than the sizes of his cock...
The wedding hall was beautiful and lavish. Exquisitely decorated, but without falling into decadency. Martin was after all man of certain position and has put a lot of effort into the planning and the logistics of the wedding, even if it was wholly financed by his parents-in-law. The couple was waiting in front of the alter, ready to be married in a ceremony...