Winston Bramblenook was your typical milquetoast. A seller of high quality, leather bound literary classics, his daily door to door grind rarely netted him any big sales. From month to month, his meager commission and almost as miniscule hourly wage were barely enough to pay his rent and the few small bills he accrued. His personal life was in even worse sha...
As with all my stories, this one stands alone and can be enjoyed alone. But, if you want some backstory on these ladies, try "Miss Vickie's Favorite Customer" and "The Morning After." I'm entering this story in competition for Lit's Summer Lovin' Contest, so please read all the excellent entries and vote on your favorite. Enjoy! * * * All I was looking for...
Truth Cries from the Semen, a Metaphysical Journey ====================== Author's notes. Almost a narrative, the story recounts in first person a melancholic intellectual young woman's self-discovery journey from naïve "real world" pornography exposure to her ominous choice to throw herself, all at once, into an entire night of visceral fetishistic group...
Live on a ship long enough and it becomes a part of you. At first you are constantly aware of all the little sounds: the soft, high-pitched hum of the energy converters in the drive section; the endless sighing of the airscrubber; the occasional gurgling of the recycling units below deck or an actuator kicking in somewhere every now and then. But soon these...
Authors note: Please note that the Dom's perspective is in normal Print and the submissive's in italics. * Transformation time I opened my eyes to the sound of Master Jack's heart beating under my ear. His strong lean arms held me against his well-knit naked body under the sensual material of the black satin sheets as the first rays of the sun cast a warm...
Krystian arrived in England as a baby with his family in 1946, from Uzghorod, Ukraine, and his parents changed his name to Christian within a month. Christian and Jeanette first met in 1963 when she was about 19 and he was a year younger. She was an art student and he a trainee laboratory technician. She joked with him about his central European accent and...
It was midnight at Beastmeh canyon, cold and shivering air lingered around the atmosphere. Despite being raped, completely naked, smelly and broken, Aisa continued to walk aimlessly to search for a river. No help would automatically arrive for her in the barren grounds of Beastmeh canyon, and if she chose to stay at the same spot she might die of hypothermia...
I was riding my push-bike around a usual circuit I had found some months earlier and had been using to keep my cardiac fitness to an effective level and was enjoying different sections of it as I became more familiar with the hills, rises, berms, which are sharp bends with a sloping surface and I had even found a few jumps to launch myself into. There was o...
This is part of a multi-chapter story and not a stand alone story; you are recommended to start reading from the first chapter. Author's notes. This story is quite light on the sex part and definitely not meant as stroker/written porn. Don't expect many explicit sex scenes. It is about recollections of sexual activity rather than about having sex directly....
I patiently wait in the growing line outside the club as I imagine what you're wearing tonight. Are you feeling quiet and demure tonight or did you come to really let loose? I pay my cover charge as I enter the club and I start scanning the faces for the one that makes my eyes sparkle. It's so crowded tonight that my progress through the club can better be d...