Copyright Andyhm. 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years...
I sat there in the almost pitch dark room. Almost pitch dark because there was a bit of a glow from the little light on the computer monitor signifying that it was in sleep mode. I sat there with a headful of thoughts that I wished I didn't have. The door opened admitting a shaft of light and my wife came into the room. "What are you doing in here? I've bee...
# # # # From the window of my third floor apartment, I could look out and see the apartment where my friend, Adam, had recently moved. He had even drawn a picture of the building's side that I could see and marked the location of his fourth floor apartment. We worked in different departments for the same company and had casually know each other through w...
Authors Note: I started with an idea that I reached quickly in the first page or so. Then I let the story take me on a journey. Hopefully you enjoy the ride. ***** I dislike puddle jumpers. Unfortunately, they were part of my life. When you travel the world, searching out unique products to excite American minds, you have to accept a few risks. Small plane...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Thanks to Lunarlilith, GCMIVB4, CaptObvious, and Truehearts for editing assistance. Fair warning, this story contains themes of pseudo-incest. Enjoy. *** Cool, clear water lapped around his ears as he floated, basking in tropical sunshine. He could feel it, hot on his shut...
This story is staring a character from my Immersion Therapy series. It is not vital to read that to enjoy this story, but it is there if you want it. This story contains almost every category there is, but I believe it mostly falls under Exhibitionist. Also, this story might be long, but there is plenty of sex and nudity throughout. Constructive criticism is...
This story is inspired by and modeled after a television show, Mad Men, appearing on AMC. However, nothing that happens in this story has happened on the series. Please be advised, the story is quite sexist as it describes a very sexist time, just like in the show. It's a satirical look at advertising and ads. Please note, all characters are at least eightee...
INTRODUCTION Sonny-Bill Tripp stepped off the bus at Flaxton City and passed wind, the legacy of half-cooked onions in a hamburger he'd eaten at the last stop four hours ago. He was weary with a sore butt from sitting for 33 hours in buses traveling to his hometown. He was almost broke from a bad day and night at poker when his mom received the call from h...
Saturday July 15, 2001 That mother fucker is history. Gone. Done. I got back from the hospital after the police arrested him. I'm glad I wasn't these when they got him. I don't know what I would have done. The phone's ringing off the hook and I'm not going to answer it again. His mom, then his sister called. Mrs. McSweeney started out nice, just concerned,...
The morning dawned clear and warm. Of course I didn’t see the dawn. It had been a long and very pleasurable night lasting into the morning so it was well after nine o’clock when I woke. As I woke I became aware of the now familiar feeling of Stevie’s body moulded to mine. What wasn’t familiar was the feel of a second body pressed against mine. It was definit...