Brent hated his mother's beauty pageant. Ever since leaving his father it had consumed her. Instead of just running a NGO, like every other over-financed divorcee her age, she channeled her time, and his inheritance, into this ridiculous vanity project. She called it, "promoting good values in young ladies of substance." He knew it was really just encour...
Seona Braid had woken early that morning. The past week had been the busiest time of year for her village. They were all focused on gathering their various harvests and herds, binding the skins of their farmed animals together in stacks, and generally preparing for the Winters Pageant. The Winters Pageant was the biggest and most anticipated celebration in...
Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was a brown beauty with shoulder length dreadlocks bound haphazard in a narrow flowered headscarf tied close to her scalp. Dark eyes, dusky smooth face and baggy Reggae clothing completed the look. She handed Victor an envelope and said: "This is my letter of introduction." Victor ope...
I stood by the bedroom window, letting the morning sun shine bright lines across my face. I closed my eyes and inhaled deep through my nose as the hazelnut flavored steam from my coffee reminded me of when everything was so ordinary. Ken was still in the shower and I wondered how he would like seeing me in my new XL knit sweater without any pants or underwea...
This is a work of erotic fiction and all subjects in this story are 18 years or older. Tara Conner was nervous as she sat trying not to look at his personal secretary. She knew the woman was eyeing her with that judgmental look. Donald Trumps outer office was large an impressive, as was everything with this man. Tara looked at the framed artwork of his many...
Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to a short bronzed beauty, well rounded in all the right places. She wore a short skirt, sleeveless white blouse and stylish high heels. She handed Victor an envelope and said "This is my letter of introduction." Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman...
This is a story of pretty girls and their newest possessions. Possessions that will come to be revealed as catalysts for their ultimate and humiliating exposure. An enigmatic profiteer roams the world even now, selling his cursed wares to unsuspecting young women. The tales are many but they all end the same. Ultimate embarrassment in its most naked and pure...
The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. If you are in a hurry to get to the fucking and s...
Victor's doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She wore a leather neck collar with silver rings peeking beneath her shoulder length red tresses. Her outfit was a tight fitting sleeveless black dress, cut low in the cleavage and high on her thighs. Her strappy black heels held ankle rings with little locks for closures. She carried her...
"Good evening, everybody! Are you ready to be aroused?" The 3,000 VIP spectators packed into the hotel auditorium exploded with throaty cheers and loud whistles as hostess Angelina LaRusso stood spotlighted at center stage in front of the podium adorned with gilt stars. I was waiting off in the wings, heart pounding, clad in my silver tiara, diamond necklace...