Part 29: Sexual Healing At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has inces...
"Oh, my God!" Meg Ryan uttered as she and Marisa Tomei watched in stunned disbelief while John Weston, Patricia Heaton's personal assistant for the past two years, assiduously stroked his huge cock in front of a stack of recently produced color photos of his boss, which showcased the red-headed beauty in an assortment of sexy dresses and which now lay in pel...
"It's really nice of you to do this, Trent," my twenty-two year old little brother said as we sat in the kitchen sipping morning blend amongst several moving boxes He smiled, a rarity, at least until a couple weeks ago. The coffee maker was the about the first thing unpacked, and we had already fired it up. "C'mon, we better go," I said, "not sure how the t...
Miriam Hancock arose in the morning alone but feeling joyous and revitalised. But when her early toilet had been done her smile faded, and she frowned. On the dressing table lay the fat envelope she'd received that morning from the lawyers employed by Lady Diana. It enclosed a letter that was dreadfully succinct. '... Our client as brought to our attention...
I focused on the backs of her legs and turned the little wheel of the binoculars with my thumb to sharpen the image. She was bending over one of her pots and pinching something on a plant to remove it. Her dress was riding higher and I glimpsed an extra three inches of white thigh. As she attempted to stand erect she put both hands behind her back and straig...
Chapter ONE: Get On With Our Lives Dedicated to Bianca. This is my first ever erotic story. I had ideas for this series for awhile and decided to finally write them out. These ideas were influenced by my real life, combined with missed opportunities and personal fantasies. The story is complete fiction; however many of the situations are exaggerations base...
When I was eighteen, I loved to dress up in my mother's clothes. My little boner would rise with anticipation as I would search for treasure in her hamper. Once, when I was home alone from school I added makeup to my play. I had panties and a bra, a girdle, and a copy of Cosmopolitan to guide me. I sat at my mother's make up table and began to learn about my...
I don't know why I agreed to this. There was a reason why I avoided these kinds of conversations. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that this wasn't going to go well. Rounding the corner, I saw the coffee shop. There was safety in being in a public place, and I picked up my pace. The sooner we started, the sooner we got it over with. As soon as I walke...
Noella awoke feeling a little flat after the high emotion of Sunday. She gave thanks that it was the school holidays and so she didn't have to take Emily to school, but she had promised the girls lunch and some shopping. She was hoping she might hear a bit more about her date with Lachie. She gave the coffee machine a pounding, consuming three double stren...
Some scents arouse us in conflicting ways. They incite lust as well as fear, desire as well as apprehension - they're like a blend of cold sweat and intoxicating perfume. The 25th of June arrived, and Norton's Academy of Excellence was in turmoil. Lucian learned that it was an important date; it was the day, 16 years ago, when the school had been estab...