Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * I was in my third year of trying to make a living at running my uncle's ranch -- my dead uncle. I had been his sole h...
Like most people that enjoy a good tale of romance, I've read a fair number of erotic stories from the Internet that the authors claim to be true. Of course if some of these stories were actually true, it would mean that the entire world is made up large breasted bisexual women that are completely insatiable and handsome men with 9 inch penises running aroun...
I had been talking with Peggy Sanford via the website message page for a long time, and I always loved looking at her posted pictures. I've especially loved the ones of her with her legs spread wide in the air getting royally fucked by black guys. She is such a classic looking southern woman, and married, which adds naughtiness to having her pussy fucked by...
Apologies for the wait. Due to schedule in other work, it took this long. For those enjoying the series, thank you for waiting. This story is dark and mean-spirited. While no pain or torture will be depicted, this story contains sadistic characters that have no respect for the protagonist. This continuing story will not end well for the main character. I do...
THE EIGHTH DAY ... AND BEYOND Well, summer was over, I realized as our boat made for shore in the teeth of a storm. It took us two extra hours to reach port in the face of an easterly wind with intermittent squalls. When we tied up, the rain was over but a stiff cold wind continued to blow. I was on the road to pick Liz up two minutes after the boat was sec...
"Can you believe the nerve?" I said in disgust. "Give me a break? Oh, how sweet of him!" I sneered sarcastically. "I am NOT emailing him back!" "Hell no!" Ronnie reiterated. "Fuck him." she added, not one to mince words. "I think he needed the break, not you. He couldn't handle it. Just tell him you are a grown woman, perfectly capable of deciding when you...
These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part three of five: Paul and Leia, the girs go to work This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow * Laura was waiting patiently for me. I suspecte...
** This is a story about a husband that wants to see his wife enjoy sex and this means enjoying it with other men. It is NOT about whoring her out but because of the strong love he feels for her, he wants her to lose all her inhibitions. If this kind of story offends you, then please move along and keep your comments to yourself. Chapter one explains how the...
On our drive home from the party at Bridget's house that night, my wife asked," did you enjoy being cuckolded by Sean". Embarrassed as I was, I had to admit that I had enjoyed the experience very much. My sexy little wife was sitting by my side rubbing my dick through my trousers as she had done several times that evening and once again making my "little dic...
I hadn't lived on the Oregon Coast a full year, so I had not yet tried to cross the mountain pass during Christmas. My family (nuclear and extended) all live in Portland, about two hours away from my new home in Seaside. It was for this reason that it had simply never occurred to me that I might not be able to go home for Christmas. I went home for everythin...