John looked away from the tv as he heard the front door open. He hoped it would be Rachel, his girlfriend, but instead it was her sister, Emily. He caught himself gazing at her crotch -- distinctly visible in the short, tight volleyball outfit she was wearing -- and turned his eyes away. Emily was a tall, slim, filly of a woman: her limbs slender and toned...
Dawn rose over the convent and Catherine was late to rise but this morning, no one took notice. There was much to do, work to be done. Catherine slipped on her plain cotton shift and tied an apron around her chest and waist. She swept back her long silky locks of hair into a quick bun and gathered up her chore basket. Tuesdays were always the same at the con...
I had to laugh when I rubbed the gravy boat and the genie came out. It only looked like a magic lamp; I didn't really think it was one. Still, plain as day, there stood a shimmering, slightly-see-through female genie, dressed in the classic Arabian getup. Now, I'm not one to believe in ghosts or fairy tales or supreme beings. But somehow my conviction of d...
What follows is a story depicting what happened when I traveled with my girlfriend for an out-of-town interview. Prologue We were staying at the apartment of one of my girlfriend's college sorority sisters. Luckily for us we knew someone in town and didn't have to get a hotel room. Even luckier for me, she was smoking hot. Chapter 1 We had gotten into t...
Jennifer was right, my work did improve. Whether it was the energy she brought to our group or the subconscious fear of having my ass blistered I don't know, but through the summer I turned out some of my best work and did not come close to missing a deadline. My analysis of the Bosnian situation was consistently on the mark and I knew Jennifer was scoring p...
My first submission - don't be too rough with me ;) setting the scene for more to come during The Weekender... ************************************************* Jess's face grimaced as she swallowed down more of the bitter liquor and set the glass down on the side of the bath tub. Muffled, bouncing bass permeated through the thin walls as she let the razor...
[Author's Note: This story is written using the narrative technique termed 'stream of consciousness.' The stream of consciousness technique is one of the defining features of twentieth century literature, though it seems rarely used in online erotica. In this approach, the narrator describes not just the character's actions and speech, but broadcasts the var...
Hannah's husband Chris groaned and unloaded his cum onto her breasts and stomach. Hannah sighed and wiped it off with a towel, rolled over in bed and pondered her unsatisfying sex life as she heard Chris snoring a bit next to her. Hannah was still quite young at 23. She was a brunette with hair past her shoulders, which she usually wore in a bun with a few...
During the morning, the King sent her to find certain of his kinsmen throughout the castle, and bring them quietly to him. Time and again, she made her way up from her chambers to seek them out. She had to use much care now. The castle was awake and buzzing with activity. People were all about now. Courtesans, stable-hands, armourers and bakers moved about...
One of the gorgeous young mothers that worked for me had asked to use a vacation day on Monday which happened to be President's Day. When I realized the local schools would be out that day and that the other mothers in my employ would be working while their children were home from school, I decided to be the nice guy and declare the office closed for Preside...