Hi everyone! Thanks for all the support you've been giving me and sorry for the delays. So! Most of this chapter is about my adventures in my favorite white tank top that happened in a single day. Since it was a long day, I had to divide it into two separate chapters (I personally don't like long chapters). I hope you enjoy it as I did. Keep reading! ****...
The woman in the yellow dress blurred, as if she stood in two poses at once. She vanished and a moment later appeared on a balcony. Her hair, now unbound, streamed on the wind. So it had been for weeks. Wim would catch a glimpse of her on the Last Wall, then she would reappear in another place on it or vanish entirely, always as if there was some trick of t...
Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic st...
4. Ben stared at the poster awestruck. He held the poster in his hand as he slowly walked down the street. Where was he, this man who could heal any wounds? He had to get to work; the newspaper archives might have some information on this man. He headed to the printing press. It was a few blocks away in the brick covered city. The sun was beginning to com...
I remember it like it was yesterday. That's largely because I took notes the morning after. Didn't want to forget any of the important details. Not when it's, hands down, the single, solitary, BEST blowjob I've ever been gifted with. Not good. Not really good. Not above and beyond the call of head. Some sexual moments, when they happen, are so sublime you...
What I remember: The sweet comforting aroma of pipe tobacco. The Warm glow from the sun struggling to get inside past the tightly closed heavy wool drapes. The rhythmic knocking of the wood bed against the wall. The old-fashioned featherbed atop the mattress that you just sink into like a cocoon. It was warm in the room, almost humid in the early summer. The...
**Hello fellow internet deviants! I'm Adam Longstaff, newly unchained pervert and aspiring internet erotician. I'm hoping to write a lot of stories over the next few weeks, some real, some embellished, some clearly fiction (can't wait to fuck another succubus!). Keep an eye out and please feel free to help me with editing and style, like any good sub I'm alw...
Rebecca was proud of herself for maintaining two magical processes that fooled both a master wizard and a major demon while controlling her fear. Her protection spell was keeping her warm despite her nakedness as well as protecting her from the demon's awful whip. An illusion spell was making red marks appear on her flesh, occasionally leaking blood, in resp...
When Ree and I were still living in the condo, our next door neighbors were Rick and Teri. We became fast friends, truly enjoying each other's company. After we had begun dabbling in swinging, Ree and I had even discussed, between ourselves, the pros and cons of approaching Rick and Teri about some fun and games. But, we never did, and when we married and bo...
Civilicus awoke to sunlight in the room. Thin translucent hides were stretched over the small window opening cut into wall. It was difficult to estimate the time of day by the filtered light but he felt as if he'd slept a long while. Civilicus turned on the bed's straw mattress and felt stiff muscles ache. While on the road he'd slept on the ground without...