Goblin's Note: I've had this idea bouncing in my head for a while now! Yeah, it's pretty dumb, but it made me giggle. ;D ~~~~ Trembling, I look over my shoulder. The door to the closet remains closed, locked, and barred with a broom. Honestly, I know I should work facing the door. That way, anybody who somehow makes it in won't be able to see what's on th...
I rolled the dice and prayed. I really need a natural 20 or the next round would kill me, and with the rest of my team down I absolutely had to defeat this dragon. I glanced at my friend, Brian. He was the Dungeon Master and we were at his apartment. He smiled at me, almost evilly. He had set this campaign up to be incredibly difficult on purpose, possibly...
Chapter 1: Dinner and an Orgy I could smell her as I walked into the great hall. With the half-dozen or so party guests, I was indeed surprised that her scent reached me. Certainly, Mr. Debert's "cologne" should have procluded anything else, but I smelled her. She had a sweet floral scent, like honey-suckles in early September, but also had that scent which...
I woke with a start, and as I swam back to consciousness I couldn't remember where I was. In the dull pre-dawn light, I could see the grey outlines of the furniture, not your typical hotel room items - an enormous sofa, coffee table, a giant desk, some arm chairs, a fireplace, even a small dining table by the window. I squinted to focus on the coffee table a...
Men forget most “firsts” unless they really matter. First kiss? Women remember that—men, eh, maybe remember, maybe not, depends on who it was and how good it was. Actually men probably lie about the first kiss and “upgrade” the first to the first hot girl they actually kissed. The ugly girls aren’t really counted on the score sheet. First date? Women can tel...
"Yes ma'am, I understand," Karie said to Mrs. Willcott over the phone. "I'll try my best. Goodbye." Karie was a young assistant professor of History and Women's Studies at one of the top universities in the nation, but as she hung up the phone and leaned back in the comfortable chair in her office, the world in which she lived seemed different, as if a who...
Claire lay there, in the cold, dark closet she'd crawled into, completely naked and shivering uncontrollably. She could still almost feel the wriggling, slippery tentacles working inside her, sliding against her clit unceasingly. She could still feel the voices inside of her, begging her to just...beg. She had. And it had felt so good. "I failed you, Godd...
My wife has finally allowed me to share, here on our favorite erotica site, the story of how I finally got to fuck her ass, by letting her fuck mine. Let's get what a lot of people are interested in out of the way, our physical aspects. My name is Rodger, and I am physically the stereotypical average American male: 5'10", 170 pounds, brown eyes and hair, an...
My new wife, as it turns out, was a whore before she met me. Not a street walker or even a call girl but nonetheless a whore. She repeatedly met with men and had sex with them in exchange for gifts or money. They did not always just give her money directly. Often they gave her expensive gifts, paid for her apartment, took her on trips to exotic places or cov...
Trust Fall Book One of The Trust Trilogy Tess Quince Chapter Six HE'S GONE. BEN SHEPPARD IS gone. Danny's side of the bed is empty. The house has a vacant quiet to it. I'm sad and a little angry until I see a note on my nightstand next to a glass of orange juice. It's a single piece of paper tented with a fold. Written on the side facing me is my name....