A Seasonal Clef story Dana got us into this. She said that we had it wrapped up. We couldn't lose. I've heard that before. I'm Oswald MacDonald, but everyone calls me Mac. I'm 6'6" tall and I weigh almost 165 lbs dressed and wet; a beanpole, in other words. I exercise and lift weights, but I still don't gain weight. To add to that, to all intents and pur...
Part Two: Cody Cock (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) Young Cody Hall, unaware of the events across the street, was taking a shower. He'd gotten home from his summer job at Fat Jack's Pork Palace, sweaty and grease-stained after a particularly grueling day. The manager behaved shittier than usual and the daily quota of obnoxious, entitled customers e...
Author's note: This could "fit" into almost any category: sci-fi themed, with heavy elements of exhibitionism, attempted humor, some non-consent, and a host of others. Maybe even novella, clocking in at 12,000 words. IF YOU LIKE REALISTIC AND INTIMATE SEX, THIS IS NOT IT. Just warning those who care, before they invest too much time in it. It's utter nonsen...
The first time I laid eyes upon June Andros, I knew she was something special. A six-foot-tall, beautifully curvy young Black woman striding through the crowded Place Cartier Mall in the City of Gatineau, Province of Quebec. You should have seen her, man. She looked really hot clad in a long-sleeved Black T-shirt featuring Bob Marley, Black leather pants and...
June closed the door of the wood stove after filling it. The wind and blizzard blew hard outside. she pulled the quilt tight around her keeping her warmer. She blew out the lantern and climbed in the bed. It felt huge ever since her husband had been killed in the war. She shivered under the blankets and quilts thankful she had brought several loads of wood i...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists -- Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group...
I recently wrote a story and mentioned my late wife June. I said that I found out some things about her past after her passing that were very disturbing. I'll try to explain our short life together, the secrets she kept from me, and what I did about them. Thank you to AirRichard101 for taking the time to edit this story. **** June and I met at a singles e...
Author's note: This story contains belly inflation. It is set in the early 1930s. * Outside a certain town in Grosseputain Parish stood May Belle's House. Generations of the local Louisiana menfolk had known this house - under its present ownership, through the long years before that when it had been Marie Louise's House, and back before that in the days w...
June Cirillo made an entry in her notebook: 'July 2nd 1987. On way to England.' She looked at the words critically and frowned. She really ought to say something else. 'The flight has been swift and smooth and the time has passed remarkably quickly.' That was better. Not much, perhaps, but better. Time? It might only take a few hours to cross the Atlantic,...
Roy Owens glanced up at Molly as she came into the bordello room, reflexively pulling the corner of a bedsheet over himself. His face was a mixture of embarrassment and lust well familiar to the young whore, but his prick tented the sheet upward in an almost comical bulge. Molly smiled, looking demurely at the floor, as May Belle swept out of the room and sh...