It was a rainy weekend in April, 1992, not long before I was scheduled to graduate from Mizzou, that my luck began to run out. Even now, 13 years afterward, I still get a chill when I think back to that weekend. For four years as my Uncle Bill's whore, I had managed to skate through without running into any true psychos, without encountering any bondage fre...
Confession time: I drank the rest of my drink and finished loading the photos of my darling wife's nude and very used body into the computer. Then I waited. I waited for her to wake up from the sleep she said she so desperately needed. I knew I would have to wait until she got over whatever was medically wrong with her if there was anything wrong. I stood u...
Fear and Lusting Chapter One (Note to the reader: This is the first chapter of the first part of a three part erotic novella I've tentatively titled "Making Love to Horrible People." Each part consists of about 4 or five chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is more than welcome.) Dan heard a car door slam outside and he immediately padded over to...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. To Belinda R....
Hanna was almost shaking as she entered her house; only the fact that her girlfriend Mona was right behind her stopped her turning and running, or at least just going into the kitchen and only giving her Mom a perfunctory nod and a brief talk-through of her school day. But Mona was insistent that Hanna speak properly to her Mom, even coaching her what to say...
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "So, how does it feel?" Arya asked softly once the guards had left. "Honestly?" Daenerys asked dryly, before admitting, "Good. Terrifying, but good." Arya nodded, "You'd be a fool if you didn't feel that way." "Indeed." Daenerys softly agreed, before...
Love at first sight, a married man meets the dream woman of his sexual fantasies on the commuter train to work. Continued from Chapter 01: Just eighteen years old, he was so very, sexually excited kissing Mary Elizabeth, his prom date. French kissing her, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. Then, after he fingered her pussy, she sucke...
Moving to a white neighbor was kind of odd for me. Being a 22-year-old black man and all. My mom wanted to get away from the ghetto life we once lived. She divorced my dad after a 7year affair he recently told her. She needed a new life and so a girlfriend of hers who happens to be white, invited us to move in with her until my mom got back on her feet. My...
My name is Mustafa Mahmoud. A young Black man of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the region of Mount Shimbiris in the great nation of Somaliland. The first day of February 1987. My family moved to the Canadian region of Ontario, three years later. My father Hassan Mahmoud is a Manager with OC Transpo, the Tra...
Erika had felt that something wasn't right already that evening. A feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to bring a bucket to keep next to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few months in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able to handle taking care of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child...