PREFACE Before you read this work, please note that it is adult oriented and very sexually explicit. Also, it is very lengthy and broken into 10 'parts' that should be read in order. Most of them will stand on their own, but certain nuances of the story will be better understood if each part is read in succession. In addition, I would like to say that I am...
How did I come to be lying naked in a big bed with my two best friends and our respective husbands, Carl's cum dripping out of my pussy and my husband's dripping out of Kathy's? It's a long story, as they say, told in parts 1 through 3. If you want the short version... over the course of three days, our libidos were growing as our inhibitions were disappeari...
CHAPTER 3: Time to Think I packed my bags and headed out the door, catching the Greyhound bus to my sisters at 10 am. I felt sad, confused and depressed watching the miles tick by on Interstate 29 and 90. How the fuck did this happen to me? I haven't had the best of luck getting girlfriends or getting the sex I've always craved and now I feel like I've be...
My friend Allison is a black cock whore. There is really no better way to say it and I doubt that she would object to being identified as such. Ever since we met, sometime around our sophomore year of high school, she's had more black men on here than an NBA team. Not that I have a problem with that, to each their own, but it is a fascinating phenomenon th...
Everybody's over 18 in this story, FYI. Feedback welcome. When I was young and discovered pornography (I mean the explicit stuff, not just female models posed in the altogether,) it was a life-changing experience. Not that it was cheap in those days, or easy to select items that lived up to the hype on the front cover. The magazines (see how far back I'm go...
West Memphis, Arkansas is a sleepy, old river town, sitting on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. That and the interstate that runs through it make it a manufacturing center, as is Memphis, Tennessee, across the river. Both cities are north of hurricane alley, but get their share of large, broiling thunderstorms, and an occasional blizzard that charg...
"Horror stories show that the control we believe we have is merely an illusion." -Clive Barker *** Getting out of the car, Herb looked at the house and whistled. "Are you sure this dame's not a real witch?" he said. Herb's wife shushed him. "What kind of a question is that?" "A good one. Just look at this place." The old iron gate around the property's...
"This year we have to win." Brad said standing at the window. There were three other men scattered around the room at this point most of them with drinks in hand. "We never win. It's always those girls down the block." Mike replied. He was nearly six feet tall, lean and black. Today he was dressed in a Stone Cold Steve Austin t-shirt with a steel skull on t...
Prologue: Moby's Dick He called me Ishmael. Well, truth be told, what the old codger said was, "ish my Elle here?" Which is not nearly as strong an opening line. I should know, I am the world's most well-read strip club bouncer. When it comes to openings, I've seen 'em all, except the dancers', because at Bam Bam's BoomBoom Room Gentleman's Club; they get...
All characters in this work are over the age of eighteen. This is the first installment of a three-part series. Please feel free to rate and comment on the story. I am always open to new ideas, as well as, constructive criticism. Thank you for reading and enjoy. It was 7:41 pm on a particularly rainy Sunday in August. Pastor Michael Bartlett had been drivin...