(Author's note: This first installment is weighted more toward humor than erotica -- if you're looking for hardcore fucking right away, check out some of my other stories instead.) Chapter 1. Marcus' Personal Ad Mountain Man seeks SWF who can run a chain saw. Include picture of chain saw. Ad #7689. *** Hi, I'm Marcus. I'm a 29 y.o. SWM, 6'2", 195#. I lik...
My name is Sam Nicholas, that's Santa Claus to you. Yea, I know, I know. I am just a fantasy character, right? Well, I have been living in this little piece of crap hut perched up here on the North Pole for decades now, freezing my goddam balls off just to get presents out to your little snotnosed spoiled rotten brats, so believe in me or not. I don't give...
It could have been a smooth-sailing football practice. But no - Coach Berella just had to say it. "Buck up, Toni," he shouted, "This session ain't even close to chewin' you out like I did your mother!" All the guys on the team snickered and eventually busted out laughing. My face flushed a raging red. That bastard knew damn well my parents were on the cusp...
Mountain birds busy chatter and rays of sunlight seeping into the cabin suggest a beautiful day is unfolding. It's a little uncomfortable on the narrow bed but Annie is pleased to be next to the still sleeping Jim. On waking her hand has gone straight to his cock and as for every morning they have woken together Jim is erect. "Reflection time," thinks Ann...
Writing this will be very therapeutic for me. These are things I wish I could say to people, but in real life you can't. So I'm going to post this here, in hopes that everyone learns a lesson. Maybe it will reach the far ends of the earth! Maybe the customers where I work will learn a lesson, and I'll never be irritated again! (Okay, I doubt it.) I hope yo...
Stories? Writing them is what we are here for. To practice the trade and art of putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Drawing from out of our back brains ideas that other will find worth the time it takes to read. But where do they come from? What's a good source? Well life of course. Don't try to draw them from a vacuum. Pull them instead from the...
Disclaimer: This is the first of a series of stories that are re-writes of fantasy conversations between my submissive and I. While the sharing of ideas in this lifestyle is a great thing, I request that none of my work is used without my expressed consent because they are for him, which he has graciously given permission to share. Feedback is always appreci...
Inspired by Just Words' story, What to Do About David. ***** "Well, what are we going to do about it?" That was Sandy, my wife of 22 years, and she had just told me that Traci, one of her friends - though not one of her closer ones - was having an affair. Normally, I wouldn't give a rat's ass that some woman I barely knew was screwing around on her husban...
Writer's note: Arthur and Digitalis are andynes, which are people with large feathered bird-wings. This story takes place the Sunday after "Just another Tuesday Morning," and the characters are from my "Crimson Changeling" work. * Arthur woke early, as usual. The room was stiflingly warm and both he and Digitalis were in their underwear under their thinnes...
In Amstel District of Amsterdam, it lies the traditionally gay neighborhood of the city. Coffee Houses, Cafe, Clubs are what attracts locals and visitors. Sitting at a table, Simon is sipping his breakfast. He wants to have it light today, or the cleansing later would be literally a pain in the ass. The plug in his hole is giving him a right stretch, he can...