Frankie was surprised when Roy came home and said he'd seen Chisel, the schoolyard bully who had created such havoc in his life as a kid back in Philadelphia. "It's amazing, Frankie" Roy was saying as they had dinner. "Chisel's changed so much, he's a Buddhist now, and a probation officer as well." Frankie cocked her head, and a blonde curl fell into he...
It was only a matter of time, Maria realised that, ever since her tits had started to form she had experienced a frequent urge to be used and abused by men, the more outrageous their needs the more she felt the need to comply. Every so often she would emerge from this life of lust and once again hold her head up high, playing the devoted wife to Rick, whic...
Author's note: This story contains adulterous, interracial sex. If that subject matter offends you, kindly choose another story category The story runs a little long, but a lot of easy-reading dialogue fills the pages. It is told in subtitled sections, making it easy to pause your reading and pick up later where you left off. A husband discovers that a f...
John Childs remembered the first time he met Mr. Harken. It was early spring in 1819, and he was working as a hand for the Overseer. John thought nothing of him and paid him little attention. To John he was just another hired hand. Although he was a white hired hand, he was still treated as such. John did not know of the harsh discipline he enjoyed when Mr....
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 21 The Feel of Nylon Following that initial success with the pantyhose, and what I had said about liking the feel of the nylon against my skin, Lucy was keen to find out just how effective they could be in spicing-up our sex life....
1. November 10, 2003 Kim opened the door of her bedroom hesitantly, and looked around. She sighed. Arnie was out doing the Leukemia run-a-thon, and Becki Lynn was visiting her folks in Maryland today. How did Kim know this? No one spoke directly to her in a conversational tone. And Denny, thank God, was at a Sci-Fi convention. Kim stepped into the hall, a...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
I was bored. Miserably, horribly, completely bored. When the fall semester began the drunken frat party that was Halloween on my college campus was the furthest thing from my mind. I was 28, unmarried, and teaching was getting stale. I was involved with my church group; oddly enough our occasional missions to forsaken hellholes actually provided me with a...
Chapter 5: Beth's Lust Grows Beth stepped up to her bedroom window, peering out the blinds making sure her husband had left. Titus' motorcycle was pulled off the driveway. His bike was loud and Frank across the street had complained about the late hours he kept. She'd heard him arrive home sometime after five this morning. His bartending shift had ended at...
Boston Massachusetts, 1873 Damnit. It was out and was cutting my tongue. Thirty bouts, and I finally lost a tooth. I prodded the space where it should be and found the jagged remainder sticking out from the gum. On my hands and knees in the center of the ring, I spat the tooth and a mouthful of blood onto the dirt and sawdust. I stared at the wall of the...