Succubi absorb the life force of anyone they touch. Fortunately, our succubi were fitted with control collars that rendered them safe for hours of erotic pleasure. The lovely demonesses coaxed me to one orgasm after another, each time they greedily took my shafts deep into their bodies so that they would not miss a drop of my spirit energy. They also teased...
Author's note: Here it is folks, Chapter 5. I want to first apologize to everyone who waited so patiently for this chapter. Between the holidays and school starting, plus the usual B.S. of work and family life, my time to write was severely limited. Plus it didn't help that I was lazy getting off my ass to finish this chapter during the last two weeks. This...
Four hours and fifteen minutes. That's how much sleep I got last night. It was going to be a long hard day and I felt like crap. My head was pounding and my arms were like lead. As I parked I tried to remember the name of the woman whose home I was walking into. My boss J.W. had called me the day before and told me she had the perfect assignment for me. I wa...
Denise was working hard to get Stuart to come first, but her technique was not nearly as effective as Lynette's handling of the boy. Despite this, she tried even harder, making Stuart wince in pain as she dug her fingernails into the ultra-sensitive underside of his cock. "Ten to one he shoots his load first," Jennifer remarked, waiting patiently for Adam's...
I have taken some poetic license in describing the mother's and son's sexual disorder, sometimes known as Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. It is not the same as nymphomania nor is it as pleasant as I have made it out to be, but then I wouldn't have a very positive story to tell. If anyone might have a friend or family member who suffers from this disorde...
Ana is -- and always has been -- her own woman. She doesn't need trends, popularity or silly sentimentality. She has also learned the hard way that she doesn't need a man. Any man. She knows herself well and doesn't want to be like everyone else; she doesn't crave what they have. Leo is a musician that sings about the kind of love that Ana scoffs at. His w...
"So is this something else on your bucket list, Spencer?" "I've never been a fan of that term, but yes, it is something I've wanted to do for a very long time. When Jeff was alive we talked about it several times, but with both of us working and him deploying so often, it just never happened, you know?" "I understand. And sorry about my insensitive choice...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
Hey, guys! Sorry this one took so long, but there were a lot of ideas that I had to cram in here. Also, 43 pages is a LOT of work. I'll do my best to crank out 5 a lot faster. For now, enjoy. Chapter 4: Traitors and Thieves That bitch. I'm going to fucking kill her. I make my way down the main hall as quietly as I can, ducking into the shadows at the slig...
**Wednesday Morning** I was a little disoriented waking up in the guest bedroom by myself but quickly remembered last night. My dick was hard; a combination of needing to take a leak and the memory of the blow job my three roommates gave me before I tucked them into my bed for the night. I stumbled into the bathroom Kate and Gina shared, flipped up the toil...