A quick little introduction to The Books and their brand of lovely magic An attic can be an amazing place. As a space that collects memories, it can hold memories from a time long ago and long forgotten. Boxes that haven't been opened in years can hold stuffed animals, old clothes, or books that long to be read again. Or, as Isaac was quickly finding out...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation of the first erotic story I've ever had published. It stands on its own, by you really should read the first installment for context, and to understand some of the references contained within. As always, positive comments and constructive criticism are welcomed. ***** Michelle tossed and turned in the queen sized bed,...
If you could have only seen the expression on your face as I approached your table in the restaurant - it was priceless...it alone, was enough to make my trip worth my while! Were the two other men at the table with you coworkers?...maybe clients?...or perhaps friends? It really mattered not to me; I had only one thing on my mind - my own hunger….. and it ha...
I'm on a Greyhound Bus heading south, sitting right down at the back at the outside window. It's the appropriate place for a runaway slave; soon to be an ex-slave if everything goes to plan. Every few minutes I can't help craning my neck around to squint back along the road as best I can. I'm half expecting to see the blue and red flashing lights of the loca...
Brian Warbrick gloomily gazed through the train window at the passing countryside. There was nothing new to see; everything was all too familiar as he made this monthly journey. He was a Yorkshireman with all the characteristics associated with the people of that county. His voice was redolent of the north, flat-toned with short vowels, though only slightly...
I'm a twenty three year old single white female who just recently summoned up the courage to overcome my inhibitions and start expanding my collection of carnal experiences. I have often fantasised about interracial sex and spend quite a lot of my private time with my legs spread wide fingering myself while watching a DVD I bought on the subject. The black g...
Kim could feel Bill's stiff cock pressing against her tight anus; she concentrated on trying to relax the muscles of her sphincter to allow him to penetrate her. The last time he had fucked her anally she had been in bondage just like now but that time he had lubricated her generously and stretched her arse by inserting the big butt plug into her. She rememb...
Hey, hey, hey! Still here? To be honest, I wasn't sure you would be. People probably think I'm a bit much to take all in one go. It's true. I can be a total motormouth most of the time but that's just my way of hiding how nervous I get around others. The same goes for the cussing. I swear for a reason. Men are always coming on to me and I've discovered the...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
12th February 2013 I slept surprisingly well despite the prospect of finally meeting Sylvie. Her long promised photo had never materialised and I wondered what the significance of that was. Still, Morning Glory knew what day it was. I showered and shaved, selected my after shave, deodorized, flossed and scrubbed and looked into the mirror. A balding grey h...