Do not Copy me its not nice! ADULTS ONLY!! If your not an adult, where the hell are your parents? ##Please send any feedback you have or IM me on yahoo messenger! I love to hear from people so feel free. * * * * * I need to write this down so that I don't get lucky enough to not remember some day. I am not sure if this is a punishment or not. I am not sur...
Author Note: I've grown to like these characters, all of them, and I hope you do as well. As always, thank you for reading, and check out my author page for new and upcoming stories. ***** Music blasted his ears, and the scent of cigarette and cigar smoke assaulted his nostrils as he pushed through the ornate double doors. A random hip hop song with de...
This is a prequel to 'Neighbors sissy son'. It's a stand alone story but trust me it will be a better read if you've read the first chapter. ***** Looking back Charles remembered always being the smallest kid in the class. Even now at 18 years old he was still the smallest. When other boys were just starting to notice girls and their changing bodies, Ch...
It was late on Friday afternoon but the Nevada sun was still warm as Idaho, assisted by her 30-year-old Mexican helper, Donita, marched the naked 19-year-old Kelly Shaw out into the lawn by the pool and strapped her into the flogging frame. No sooner had the task been done than the phone rang in the kitchen. Idaho sprinted inside to get it. The caller was t...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
Per Nancy's request, the story of her second visit to an adult theater is written in the 1st Person, as if she was telling the story to you, just as she told it to me. Like the story of her first visit, this story is entirely true. Any cruel and malicious comments will be deleted, please be respectful, if you don't like the story or its content, move on. Wa...
A lot of people talk bad about the Dirty South, and I can totally understand a lot of their viewpoints. My name is Claire Jane Warren-Sankara, C.J. to my friends, and I was born and raised in the City of Fayetteville, North Carolina. My family, the Warren Clan, is as redneck as they possibly come, and they had a veritable fit when I fell in love with Ibrahim...
MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
"Return to your bedroom please." The man standing post at Valentina's bedroom door said. Misty knew that his eyes were following her as she made her way down the long hallway, so she crawled as sexily as she was able. She was pleased to use her movements in order to encourage him to think of her as a whore. In her life before Mexico, it had always been im...
This story is something that happened after serving in the Navy for only a couple of years and while I was attending a follow-on school in Virginia. One of my best friends was stationed on a ship there. His name was Chris and he was a green eyed Mexican/Colombian who could pull strange like it was going out of style. I swear, his ability to get into the pant...