Author's Note: This was requested by one of my readers. Read the tags before continuing. ***** The pole was icy against her skin. It cut through the skimpy clothes she wore like a dart through paper, defeating the purpose of her thong and bikini top, but still she kept moving. Her arms slid along the metal, down her body, across the arc of her hips, then b...
© 2019 Victor Cabana It was just a lark. - - - - - On the first day of the last month of my college career I was cruising to graduation. With honors. My life was set. I had a great job lined up, and after Debbie, my high school sweetheart, and I reconnected this summer we'd get engaged. Two and a half kids, big house, happily ever after. All laid out. Bu...
CHAPTER 1 - GHOSTS OF THE DMV Amelia yawned and sat up. Her long, fluffy brown hair was a mess about her head and her plain white pajamas were messy. She kicked the covers off and didn't pay any attention to the fact that a ghostly woman stood naked at the foot of her bed. Her bare feet were chilly on the wood floors of her quiet little home and she walked...
Part 11: Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown 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 alread...
Chapter Nine Rebirth of Life Valerie awoke with a start. It took her a moment to realize she was expecting her alarm to go off at 5:00 and it was now well after 6:00. "That's right. I don't have a job anymore," she thought to herself. The fear that being unemployed brings was tempered by the woman in her arms, Sally, and the love they shared. "We will get...
High tide: The moment between the flood tide and the ebb tide This tale is an espionage fantasy under assault by reality The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him. He is not completely sane by some people's definition of the term The principal characters in this story are listed at the end of the chap...
Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch...
This story is within the anal section. It consistently and continuously concerns variations on the theme of anal sex. If anal sex is uninteresting to you, and certainly if it is repugnant to you, then walk away! There are lots and lots of other stories for you to read that you would much prefer and very likely enjoy. The story also concerns themes of relucta...
I'm standing in front of my wardrobe, a built-in affair with shelves that reach up to the ceiling, some filled with clothes, others with books or toys. I feel a peculiar sensation in my stomach and groin, a sort of pleasantly uncomfortable, constricting spasming. I can't remember if I touch myself, I don't think I do, but the next thing I feel is an incredib...
Author's Note: Although this story occasionally refers to earlier events I believe it works well as a standalone story for those who haven't read previous chapters. THE RELUCTANT EXHIBITIONIST - MEREDITH By Seahawk76 and Falcon ****** Traffic grew progressively heavier as I stared out the passenger side window at other cars and their inhabitants. People...