The door swung hard hitting the wall loudly and knocking some things from Armin's dresser. We found ourselves looking at Mei-Hua. She was holding a few bags of takeout and a cardboard cup holder with two large sodas. Everything in her hands hit the floor at her feet with explosive results. "You're fucking my sister?" She looked as if she were in a state of...
A bearded man sat atop a desert dune staring out at the pure blue, cloudless horizon. The bright sun baked all in sight. Its blinding light was held at bay with his hood pulled down over his eyes. The far stretching desert sands blew in the wind. He watched as if time had no meaning. Simply breathing in fresh air as the sun slowly boiled his blood. He had g...
Author's Note: I wrote this back in 2015 as a request. It is a monster (for me) at 20,000 words long and was my first (and last) attempt at writing male on male erotica. I apologize in advance if it gets repetitive or ridiculous, whenever I thought this piece finished, my requester would request another scene. This contains bisexual content and ungodly amoun...
For all my avid readers, my devious little mind went to work on another set of very unusual games. The story is a bit long because chapter stories aren't allowed in the contest, so for those of you who love the long buildup...Enjoy. For those of you who have to shake the Christmas packages before Christmas, jump about half way down and enjoy the games. Than...
The following story is a fantasy focusing strongly on themes of inadequacy, humiliation, and cuckoldry. All the characters that appear in this story are 18 or older. ##### Johnny Clay: the unlucky hero of this story. Average American boy in every way. Erica Flowers: Johnny's girlfriend. Short red hair, nice tits, and a BIG ass. Popular girl, cheerleader,...
Gabe stared at the young woman behind the counter. Her blouse stretched over her ample bosom; the gap between the buttons gave a hint of a pink bra. His cock jerked slightly and he coughed, hoping to cover the involuntary groan that was pulled from him. "Stare at them long enough and they may grow," a voice behind him whispered. He turned and shot a glan...
There was a soft tapping on my shoulder. At first I thought it was my wife, then I remembered it was late Monday afternoon and the tapping was coming from someone else. I rolled over; it was Varina Jefferson, wife and part owner of the Antique shop where I'd bought some furniture. She was smiling at me. "Wake up sleepy head," she whispered, "it's after 4:00...
(I've written before about Owen and Anne Marie. This story involves mostly Owen. If you are interested you can find those other tales on my page. They are not necessary to enjoy—at least I hope you enjoy—this story, but they do give you some insight into each person.) Anne Marie is my lover, friend and partner. She is 11 years older than my 29 ye...
Seated at my kitchen table, I was attempting to explain a practical application of solid geometry to Kitty Vaughn, a high school junior who was one of my math students at Thayer High School. Like a number of her peers, she was floundering due to the teaching methods of Esther Hirschberg, the student teacher with whom Dr. Fiorelli had saddled me this semester...
This story takes a bit of time to build. Give it time to set the scene, and I think you will enjoy it. * Marty never thought about them really. Werewolves that is. Never figured they would be a reality or an issue. Granted, she use to think that they were fairy tale monsters and characters for fright movies. Ranked them right up there with witches, ghosts...