The Soft Hammer Carley, Chapter 12 This story takes place in the universe of Carley and Jack some time after chapter 9 and was written as a stand-alone story. It starts the way a couple of others do, but goes in a different direction. I wrote this during the spring love bug season of 2015. Thor sat back and looked at the circuit board on the bench in...
Author's note: this story has lots of kinky sex. It's also fantasy. Watermelon sized breasts that produce gallons of aphrodisiac milk simply do not exist, and there are sex scenes in here that would frankly be incredibly painful if they were to occur in reality, but are a regular part of much fantasy erotica. So I advise you to suspend your disbelief, and if...
I was fighting off a wave of post-orgasmic sleepiness, slowly regaining my breath. Madison scooted over and cuddled me, her bottom still pointed skyward, then she pecked me on the cheek. "How are you feeling?" she asked, as if boasting about her vaginal and anal acumen. "Oh, wow, still tingling." "You're super stimulated." "Yeah... I guess... Whatever it...
I'd watched the boy for weeks. He was the Markenton's stable boy, though the word "boy" didn't quite describe him. He was a young man, to be sure: tall, tanned, muscular, a shock of tousled, amber hair on his head. I'd tried striking up conversation with him on more than one occasion, but he would always smile and look away. He was a shy one, for certain....
It was one week since I had decided to expose myself to everyone at the swim meet for the sake of understanding Jill Bergman's horror at being displayed in the flesh and I had learned a lot about humiliation. It turns out it is pretty humiliating! There were four people at the meet that had video of my wet nude body from four different angles. Or at least...
I clicked on the email from Mistress Nicolette. Inside were instructions to meet her at an apartment over by the Chelsea Piers. She said I would be cleaned up there, and then we'd head to the dungeon. My last session with Nicolette had ended ominously. The session itself was great — she fucked my ass in front of three strangers and I came hard. But while we...
I suppose that, like young Rufus in the old song, I have always been a Tit Man. Breasts, boobs, tits, hooters, mammaries - whatever you want to call them, I have always been fascinated by women's breasts. Of all shapes and sizes, the way they jiggle and bounce, the way they feel, the way they look, with or without clothes covering them, the way their nipples...
** Author Note.....Not much sex in this part, so don't be discouraged...simply background for what's coming in part 2. * * * * * A weather- beaten, frayed and spent shell of a young man, Gavin McGowen sat on the edge of a hill overlooking a spot along the river that was about to become national news. Lost, over an hour's drive away from his home, the hust...
She ran along the elm-covered path, her white Nike Shoxes pounding the soil-layered trail. The runner slowed as the trees lining the path dwindled, revealing clouds and blue early morning sky above her blonde head. Pausing at the sun's morning illuminations, she grasped her bewitched necklace, the locket inscribed with 'Laura.' "It's fine...everything is ok...
I apologize for the lapse of time between this chapter and the last. I would suggest that you read the first 5 chapters before jumping into the story at this point. If you chose not to do this, here's a brief re-cap. Twenty three year old Rosemarie Thornton lives in an affluent area of Indianapolis, Indiana with her parents during the hot summer of 1919. T...