My wife Mary and I have been together for ten years and married for several more and have over time, indulged in numerous exhibitionism, voyeur and swinging fun. The best part is that we are a perfect match as I, am the voyeur and she the overt exhibitionist with a very high sex drive and a very deep deviancy for graphic and explicit expression of her body...
Part One: Sleep was not a gift readily afforded those spiraling down the rabbit hole of heroine withdrawal. So it was no surprise to Jo that she had awoken several times, her mind beleaguered by voices and her body sodden with a persistent sweat no cold shower could subdue. The first night was always the worst. But as the days progressed, the physical pain...
My name is Ozzie Hanswatter and I am a forty one-year-old divorced male and the county assessor in my town of Little River, Idaho. As the last surviving Hanswatter, I had been summoned to a lawyer's office to hear the reading of my late Uncle Darby's will. Much to my surprise, he was very wealthy, but even more surprising was that he left it all to charity,...
Edited by bluetrain. The primary focus in 'Demon' is on plot and character development, rather than sex ('Wrath of Khan' is the only sexually focussed story I've written) - so you'll have to put up with lots of boring plot to get to the naughty bits. Also, although this chapter can be read on its own, I recommend reading chapter one first: you'll probably f...
Chapter 8: Heidi Sandra's vision scanned down to the floor and she discovered that her body had a rough, green texture. Her two lower limbs were no longer jointed at the knees, or anywhere else for that matter. Instead, they formed a continuous line that broke into a tightly wrapped, beige platform constructed out of what seemed to her like long, thin tendr...
A word from the author Please note, any names of characters resembling among the living or the dead is purely because I lacked the energy needed to come up with original characters. If I have broken copy write laws or offended anyone, I do apologize. Well actually, I don't, but I need to say things like that so that if I have to stand at some sort of heari...
"Remember, men, women, you are not allowed to die," Anduin told his gathered forces. His talk to the military personal was much more professional than the throwing of insults, inside jokes and innuendos over at the adventurer's side. A slight bit of jealousy rushed through the High King as he saw Aclysia smile at the apparent leader of their group. It seemed...
Damn, she was close. Tia's shoulders were bare, the milky, abundant flesh pressing hard against the straps of her softball tank top, inches from his sweaty body. But it was the proximity of her irrepressible hips that made Alonso move his linen napkin to his lap in an attempt to cover up the rising bulge there. She wasn't looking at him, thankfully, as she...
Rosanna sat in the bushes with a group of podded humanoids, blinking in the light of the afternoon sun. It was hard to credit, but it had only been a few hours since her initial capture. Mistress worked quickly, preparing for the landing party. The area outside the cave was quiet, long stalks of the soporific flowers filling the under canopy. Above, the wav...
This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. Posted 6 May 08 -- Revised June 09 Chapter 8: Her Father's Maiden The next few days for Marcia went by in a blur. With her mixed feelings of dread and anticipation of her father making her a maiden, she was having a har...