This is the second story in The Erotic Adventures of Chastity Summers. It follows Romancing the Raptor. ** Chauncey Adams started the day with a light breakfast of coffee and toast, explicitly avoiding any added sugar or cream or condiment that might irritate his bowels on such an important day, but, with each exhausted, stumbling step through the darkness...
Ben prologue I reached across the bed and felt cold sheets. Bolting upright, I scanned the room. Her fucking girlie bedazzled sandals and that stupid flowy shirt were gone. "Fuck," I muttered and fell back into my pillow. I ran my hand down my face. Yesterday had been fucking amazing. Jen had taken me on a tour of my new home city. We'd done every touris...
Life was good; I had fun with my children, I was reasonably secure financially, enjoyed my job at the school, and I suddenly had a far more interesting relaxation technique to 'deal with stress'. I had a reasonable social life based around lots of friends, many of which I'd got custody of after the break up -- which again I think says as much about Parker a...
All sexual activity in this story is between adults of 18 years of age. While the story contains flashback scenes to when the characters were underage, those scenes contain no sexual activity whatsoever. This is my Valentine's Day contest story, so please don't forget to vote! * Caryn got a most unwelcome gift for her eighteenth birthday. "See, doesn't t...
Categories: Consensual, toys, group, all sex, spanking, role-play. Nadia's husband, the father of her three children was dead and buried, shot in what appears to be a hunting accident. The other hunter was never found by the police and they were suspicious that it was more than an accident but were unable to find any proof. He had sexually abused and bea...
"The Werewolf Chronicles -- Omnibus" Part 9 of Supernatural Earth. *** Author's notes: This story happens a couple of months after "The Creature Below - Omnibus 03" and well over three years since "Snow Maiden - Omnibus 02" and "The Prison Creature". The current year in the storyline is 2020 as established with Brad's math in the last installment. Recomm...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...
Big Alice was always hungry. And with her skilled hands on the controls it was Stephanie "Roulette" MacBaren's job to keep the big bitch fed. Following a path laid down by two seasons of steady work, Rue guided the insanely massive paddle wheel excavator on its way up and over a lobate scarp that made the big machine work for its meal. The slow turning bl...
... continuing from Part 02 ... Chapter 12 Michigan Just north of the Ohio-Michigan border is the Coldwater Lake State Park, an undeveloped piece of land with a few trails on a modest size lake. I'd set this as my travel goal because I left Greenville, Ohio, so late in the morning. I pulled into the small park, and took advantage of the fact that my moto...
Okay, so it's been a long time since I've added to my story list. Call it the stress of my bitch-wife throwing me out of my house because she wants a divorce. Oh, well. That shit happens. This story is long. If you have read my other stuff, that's a given. No, I'm not going to split my shit into sixty-nine parts to keep your hands and socks busy. There's...