This is a long story so those of you with limited time or short attention spans may stop reading anytime you want to. You can always come back later. I wrote it this way because I wanted it to be judged as a whole and not a series of individual chapters. There is a lot of sex in this story and it spans categories. Like my other stories, this one chronicles t...
'Sophie's 'Poke-Her' Game' Part four of the "Sophie" series By The Shadow Rising The sun shone through the window to Sophie and Josh's bedroom, glowing a bright orange in the Saturday afternoon light. It was going to be another hot day, judging by the warmth the sun was creating and that meant another hot night. Of course, it wasn't just the heat that wa...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Chapter 1. "Deeper, Matty, much deeper. I can take more. It's ok. You can do me deeper. Please, Matty, deeper." "Yes, baby, however you want it." I held her hips firmly, and pounded her good & proper. "Oh, my God. Yes, Matty, yes. Just like that. Please, please just don't stop." She laid her head on her pillow thus raising her bottom higher in the air. My...
Chapter 1: The Day of Infamy The alarm clock on the nightstand by the bed read 11:14. It was Monday morning as I sat alone in the hotel room. But, Damn! I was feeling just great! It had taken the entire weekend locked away in this Boise Idaho hotel room to finish the report. A warm feeling of relief washed over me as my mind replayed the past two weeks sp...
Foreword 'There's an interminable fog about the place; a fog that surrounds my body at all times, a fog that seeps all the way through into my mind. I can never get it to go, and sometimes I feel like I'm living a solitary existence in a secluded, remote cave in the middle of fucking nowhere. And I don't even get the sight of a misty coated sea to gaze at;...
Chapter 1 I could have been wrong about Laura Stevens, but I didn't think so. In the first two months I worked with her there were many hints she was sexually frustrated and in the right situation would submit to a strong man. She dressed just a shade on the provocative side and made little comments like "That guy seems like someone you don't say 'no' to."...
Malcolm is provided with another narrative. In this one Chrissie relates how she finally achieves orgasms with her sister's lover and then with his buddies. John proves to be more than just her further pleasure. Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of my work at times are a bit of an erotic nature. While I cannot e...
This is a story of the old Hong Kong of a generation ago, of a gateway between West and East, of a place of unique people with unique attitudes. A century from now, this will all be a vague memory, a rumor among other rumors in abandoned texts. Chapter One. At the moment, Laura Scanlon is alone in the airplane, seated near the window, her eyes on the darke...
Author's Note: The following is a collection of 5 stories featuring the same characters. I hope it goes without saying that all of them are over 18. Special Thanks to SimonDoom for helping me with the Title and Blurb. *************************************** An Awakening I was born with a black mark on me so to speak. Aptly enough because my name's Mr. Bla...