A Tale of Two Birthdays My wife, Kate, and I (Mike) really enjoy fucking. Like, a lot. And while sex with each other makes up the vast majority of our fucking, we also do enjoy playing with others -- always together. My hope is that if you're reading this, you've read my story Happy Anniversary -- it will kind of give you the background you need to underst...
This story tells Candace's surprise journey toward personal and sexual freedom. The farther the story goes, the hotter it gets. The first few chapters lay the foundation; the later chapters rock her world and more. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter One - Monday "Ms. Teso, your 4:00 appointment is here." "I don't have a 4:00 appointment," Candace snapped ba...
Ryan Davis was a man who liked to pick up women. Married, single, dating, or engaged, it didn't matter to him. For years it was his sport. He relished the feeling of a new conquest and always wanted more of the rush. It was easy for him. He was young, good looking, made good money, and knew how to use his charm. He'd gotten into a few fights over the year...
Peg Leg's Lost Treasure By Laptopwriter Copyright © 2020 Several years ago, I wrote a story, "It's Against the Law," where I introduced three characters, Jack, who was an investigative reporter for a major Chicago newspaper, Dalton, who was a photographer with his own studio, and Dave, a sergeant on the Arlington Hills police force. In my sequel to the...
This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
This is my story for the Summer Lovin' competition and it's set in July, during the two weeks of Wimbledon, but the locations are not limited to London. In days of old, when knights were bold, a handsome knight in shining armour would gallop up, sword in hand, to rescue the beautiful maiden. Fighting his way past the disreputable henchmen he would find and...
The flash of light and then the booming thunder ushered in the rainstorm to Los Angeles' beach cities as the sky turned dark. Jerry's leg hurt from the change in the weather and his hand went to the scar across his hairline, both gifts from the Sandbox. It felt like a spike had been driven into his ankle and he rubbed it, wishing it would go away. It had bee...
This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...
Welcome to the latest instalment. Please start reading this series from the first chapter. Thank you very much to those who have left encouraging and helpful messages. These are really appreciated showing that somebody is reading my scribblings. To date: John Smith had an injection of contaminated testosterone, causing his cock and balls to permanently e...
Jean Pierre Lemoine was an artist. His magic moved the needle through the subcutaneous tissue with surgical precision, which was no great surprise to anyone that knew him, as he did have two years of surgical residency under his belt. The surgical scars will be less noticeable than if a plastic surgeon had been over them to hide them, despite being located i...