Arriving at Wayne's house just after midday, I could hear voices and music coming from the back of the house, so walked down the side passage and through a gate into the back yard. There were about twenty people there, some in the swimming pool, some standing around the barbecue, others sitting on deckchairs. "Hey," said Wayne, seeing me. "Glad you could mak...
If you're underage or offended by erotic literature, don't read any further. In fact if either of those describes you-get off this website. This work is not available for copy or distribution without permission from the author. * My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to...
It had been over a month since Emily caught Evan jerking off into a pair of her favourite panties. She had seen the history of his perusal of dirty websites showing female domination and interracial sex. The pictures included women reminiscent of Evan's ex-girlfriend, which had made her angry at the time (blame that Irish, red-headed temper), but that passed...
It was Sunday, not much to do, so I drove down to the surfer beach by the Navy base. As I drove into the parking lot of the beach, I could not help but see that the waves were big. Not being a surfer, but having lived near the beach most of my life, you could usually tell when "the Surf Was Up!" It would almost like a fish feeding frenzy. There would be lo...
I was such a young thing back then—so fresh and not quite ripe. At eighteen, my body was strong and flexible, as it always is in the blossom of youth, and it permitted me to do anything. Days and nights in Aquitaine—where the land was lush and the people languorous and passionate—were spent moving. In the early days, before I became duchess, I would wake mid...
On his 18th birthday, Andrew has his first sexual experience My name is Andrew. In high school, I wasn't cool enough to hang out with the cool kids and I wasn't nerdy enough to hang out with the nerds. I fell right in the middle of the social hierarchy. The average guy. The ignored. It didn't help that I was painfully shy either. I found it difficult to mak...
It was no more than two weeks after my eighteenth birthday that my mother asked me to give Aunt Jean a hand in moving house. She was not my real Aunt but a close family friend and I'd been told to call her Aunt Jean ever since I can remember. Jean's husband had left for the new house already as much work was needed to be done before they could move in. He wa...
It was a wild Friday night party, where M. Larre took Camilla, Candice, and a few other Club Ritz strippers. On the first floor of the big house of the party's wealthy host, people were drinking, dancing, and socializing in the usual tame manner; but on the third floor, orgiastic sex and gang-bangs were in every room, where the moans and screams of pleasure...
It was around 6 PM that Tuesday when all of Camilla's and Candice's guests got dressed and ready to leave their apartment, though Camilla as usual remained in the nude; she even left Calina's come on her face, knowing that the Russian nymphomaniac would like to see her still gooey-faced. Calina was the last guest to leave. "With a body as beautiful as yours...
The sun was still a good distance above scrubby old Mossback when we drove into Marty's yard, piled out and headed for the kitchen and the liquor. I grabbed Marty and brought him up short as the ladies disappeared through the front door. "Hey, man," I said looking him in the eye and deciding to just lay it out. "I'm ashamed to admit that Shauna and I . . ....