(This story was originally published as a single, continuous narrative -- but I figured people might have fun playing around with other outcomes for the characters. Please feel free to contribute, thanks!) ******** I turned eighteen a month into my senior year of high school. Skinny, shy, good at math; I was last pick for the basketball team and last pick fo...
Author's Note: This was originally written as a poem. It's gonna read like a poem. If you don't like poems, I'd pack it up and move on. You're doing your best one-handed handstand trying to fuck the girl with jerky breath because you're mad at me. Stressing your tense muscles all for that glorious scene of me waltzing into your room, stopping dead in my tr...
Prologue Chains rattled harshly in the predawn hours, breaking the silence of the quiet basement. A low growl followed and then the sound of a body hitting the cement floor. A gasp and the sound of water hitting the floor was almost anticlimactic as the single light in the center of the room was turned on, it's bright cone of light spotlighting the bloodied...
Author's notes; This story came to me one day while I was staying in a hotel. I was listening to the two Latina house keepers have a long conversation as they went from room to room during the day. They would talk, go into a room and then continue their conversation like there was never a break. As always, this adult themed copyrighted work belongs to the au...
Lorelei knocks on Rory's door and says:"Pizza's here!" as she walks towards the front door. Moments later Rory and Paris come out, still debating their college project. Rory pauses the conversation and says:"I'll be right back." About fifteen seconds later she comes back, carrying two large pizza boxes and says:"Mom said to start without her, she's tipping...
Kathy took a sip of wine and looked at the clock on the wall. It was one o'clock on Saturday. She did not normally drink this early and alone, but this was a special occasion. She stared at the thin red box on the coffee table. She had received it last Saturday. She had received many others over the years. Usually they were received with great delight. This...
An early afternoon. Diane Lin ran her fingers through her long black hair as the warm water hit her face. She had just swung by her home to take a hot shower before returning to work. Mmm... Diane ran her hands over her small breasts. She could still feel the strong hands of the black man she had just pleased. His big cock had felt so good in her tight pus...
Team Spirit All characters in this story are 18 or older. Act I: Rain Delay High school was a hard place for a closet transsexual from a traditional family. Day in and day out, having to pretend to be someone you're not. But at the very least, after I met my friend Jessie, a few things turned around for the better. I had a very small figure that I tried...
Authors note: this is the first of four parts of this story. I did not intend for it to be so long, but as I was writing it, more ideas came to me that I could not leave out. I deliberately tried to make it kinky. I've also written a sequel to this story, which takes place five years after this story called "Maria The Closer." ***** Chapter One, A Glorious...
The stage emitted an explosion of lights and noise as Elise belted out the end of her set with endearing enthusiasm. As the song ended and the lights began to dim, her small but passionate audience burst into applause. I was close enough to see Elise panting in the near darkness, totally exhausted, but with a satisfied smile plastered across her face. I was...