Salutations, people. My name is Julie Saint-James, or Sister Jay as my friends like to call me. I was born in Salt Lake City, State of Utah, to Peter and Mary Saint-James. I was brought up in the Mormon faith and like all Mormons, I did my missionary work over a period of two years. Something happened when I got sent to preach and share the Word with the peo...
***Do not post this story at any other site without permission of the author.*** Tails of a Headhunter lll She stepped out of the car, glancing his way as he sat waiting in the truck. Heading to the bridge, which crossed the stream, she heard the truck door close behind her. It was fall of the year, but it was still nice out, just before the sun set. Cros...
*To those who've been keeping up with the story, here's the juicy part it's been leading up to. If you haven't read the first two parts, read them first.* * Her scent had changed subtlety. And the new addition of the musk undertone was pleasant and arousing to Jarteth. Her natural smell was pleasant, earthy with an almost flowery smell. Rose's eyes turned...
This story belongs more on a site featuring horror stories, but I've been assured that its erotic elements are strong enough to post on this site. Feedback is greatly encouraged, even if it's negative. This short little piece is the conclusion to a lengthy period of online play between four characters. I doubt I'll ever write the whole thing, as that's alrea...
James wandered into the glade, it looked ideal for his purposes. He had stopped off in the woods outside Taunton on the way back from a weekend away and was hoping to enjoy some voyeurism. He didn't see himself as a pervert, just highly sexed and he loved watching people make love nearly as much as 'the real thing'. The glade was bathed in sunshine and would...
THREE BEACH BUNNYS and #2 OLD HIPPY ALICE This also may have happened in the mid-60's. We were still young and learning, being shocked, surprised, and amazed by other pretty women. We were again maybe a mile north of the Park boundary on the beach, dressed as we almost always were. This part of the beach, far from the main area, had few people on it. We c...
"Please read this note in it's entirely before you touch any thing in this cave." The note had made wonder even more about the cave I was in. I decided to read the note first and then make up my mind about this cave. I looked around and saw a rock, so I sat down on it to read the note. "My name is Chris and I was born in the U.S.A. I am 5'9", black hair, m...
NOTE: This won't be a good whackin off story. There is sex but not many gory details since it is true. Nothing was embellished for your pleasure and my wife will proof read and correct any mistakes. I hope you enjoy. * Laura and I had been married for 4 years when this all went down. This is all true and the feelings were real. Not all of our extra marita...
A note to the reader. In the first chapter of "Comfort the Widow," Anisé and I met in Seattle at a business conference. The next thing you know we're driving her mint condition 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville to dinner (and then her place), and horsing around. She unzipped my pants and liberated my cock, casually stroking it. I put my arm around her and dipped...
In the movies, Werewolves are monstrous entities prowling the night, eating campers in the woods, and all that jazz. Or we're stuck in high school forever, like in a certain boring-ass television series. Seriously. Sometimes I want to shout from the mountain tops that my kind aren't what you humans think we are, but I know that revealing myself would mean ce...