Normal Disclaimer: This is all pure fantasy – any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. Your comments (and votes) are much appreciated. I’m new to writing erotica and would love some constructive criticism. Today is the day I finally allow one of my oldest fantasies to come to fruition. I have long dreamed of spending a couple of hours with...
My name is Ivan James. I am a tall, good-looking young black man with an obsession. What is my little obsession? Well, it's not something that would be considered mainstream by most people. I love fucking big women in the ass. Seriously. I am addicted to the booty holes of big beautiful women and there is no known cure for my affliction. Just call it an anal...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "Jilnar Jardaly Fucks the Interns" Hey, guys! It's your naughty Arabian nymphomaniac Jilnar here again. You know, being an oversexed cock-hunter gets me into all sorts of horny adventures. I remember a few years ago...
"Fine! Fine!" I shouted into my cell phone before flipping it closed. What a way to start my lunch break, I thought sitting in the break room at my place of employment. My friend Cadence just gave me a look of pity. "Tina again?" she asked. "Yes, she has stuff of mine that she found and wants me to come pick it up tonight or she'll burn it." I said, "I'm s...
[This story involves bodily functions as well as discipline, so anyone offended by either should read no further. All characters are over 18.] * It was time for the final assembly at the weekend school. As Melody Haynes and Anne Smithers supervised the pupils, they filed into the large hall where Laura Franklin stood at the lectern on the stage. Laura was...
Author's note: This is a short and fun niche story for those with a topless voyeur fetish. There is no sex, but there is light romance. In the entire spectrum of hazing fantasies, this is about as gentle and innocent as it gets. All characters 18+. ***** Leslie stood in the corner with a wine cooler in her hand and looked over the guys at the party. A lot...
There was no doubt in my mind. The plane was going down. The engine was smoking, the wings wobbled, we were angled downward, the earth zoomed closer per second. My entire life flashed in front of my eyes, the first time my father took me fishing, the frogs I tortured the summer before grade school, losing my virginity in high school, graduating college, join...
Ch. 1 – Homecoming After 5 years of studying abroad, I was quite happy to come back home to my own little backwater of a town. Back to all the nice memories. I really wanted to visit my neighbour, Miss Shanks. Back in the day, while I was still in high school, I started babysitting her twins when they were 10 years old. This was always a bit awkward, as th...
Chapter 3: Barbara When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked...
The ref blew the final whistle and the game was now over. We had done it. All of our hard work all season was finally paying off. We were officially in the playoffs. At that moment, I get tackled by 15 overjoyed kids. Unfortunately, this wasn't the NBA Finals, the World Series or even the World Cup. Instead, this was Recreational Soccer for seven and eight...