AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter of "My Life is Different". It's the least erotic of all the stories I write for this website, and it's the one that generates the least amount of fan-mail. I've also pretty much run out of ideas for things for Buffy and Willow to do. Buffy the Vampire Slayer was once my favorite TV show, and I've enjoyed breathing som...
This fictional tale is based on true events. Although it's not necessary to read another of my stories prior to this one, "What I Did For Love" will provide more insight into the central character, a woman struggling with sex addiction. Notes: (1) All the characters in this story are 21 years of age or older. (2) This story is intended for adults only. (3)...
Day 3 Monday> Sleep came quick enough. I just cried myself there. However, it was not the most restful sleep I have ever had. I felt like I tossed and turned all night. How did I get into this mess? How was I going to get out? Would the next fifty-three days leave me with any sanity at all? I woke to the sound of my mom yelling that she was leaving for wor...
Julie's left hand immediately grasped the base of his shaft while her right hand continued to stroke him with hard, rapid movements. She moved her head back slightly and to the left in order to get a better view of his orgasm. "Catch it! Catch it!" she screamed, as I watched Craig's entire body freeze under the girl's insistent tugging. The first spurt of...
For such a beautiful woman, my wife is ugly as hell when she's about to cum. That was what I was thinking only moments before this shit all started. I was on top of her, doing what we do. I loved watching her as we fucked. I loved the sight of her big old titties flopping back and forth as her body strained under my actions. I got an evil smile on my fac...
Introduction & Disclaimer YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND, 1984 Can opposites really attract? In the red corner representing the North and the Left is Gary Miller. Gary is employed at a colliery, and the young man knows what it means to struggle in life in the Yorkshire coal mining city where he was born and raised. This is especially true at the moment during a bitte...
I've finally arrived at one of my many destinations with my partner in crime Pierre. I pull into a parking spot front and center; I throw out my cigarette before I'm even close to finishing it. I pulled down my visor and see if the long drive has taken a toll on me or not. Thankfully my make up held up in this heat. I get out and slip into my leather coat to...
The winter holiday theme has given me the chance and motivation to recall a Christmas experience which had a big effect on my life and relationship at the time. I'm writing this from memory and will fill in as much detail as possible so that my readers get as true a taste of events as I can possibly relate. The story's quite long, but it's genuine and I hope...
This is a long story. Long of necessity as there is no natural break. It's written in English, which might cause some people some problems. I also use English phrasing, idioms, punctuation etc.. There are no names, they are not relevant. History and time-lines are all to cock. It wanders, chops and changes direction, goes off on apparently illogical paths, a...
FINALLY - THE TREASURE The road to Deutschkatharinenberg literally skirts the border of Germany and the Czech Republic. We finally arrived at a likely spot to camp about three quarters of a mile past the mine itself. It was densely wooded. So, we pulled the Defender off the road and in among the primeval trees. We had camping gear that would keep us reaso...