Author's note: Fair warning, if you're the least little bit squeamish by anything considered outside of the norm, then this story isn't for you. This is one that you lock all the doors, close all the windows, turn out the lights, grab a flashlight, jump into bed pulling the covers over your head and pretend you're somebody else. If you can't do that, then t...
This is the fourth part in a series. It is recommended that you read the whole story in sequence. It is a long and slow moving tale. It is not the type of story filled with rampant sex, It has a has a slow erotic build. It is based on real events and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. * Tuesday Night Party Karen and I walked through...
The story is a bit on the light side and not to be taken seriously although some little bits are drawn from my past. Mike K was kind enough to edit out the worst of my bad grammar and spelling. I owe him a debt here. The story is not perfect but it is free. As always tell me what you think. ***** Father Dominic entered the dimly lit Newman Center Chapel....
The script hit the desk with a thump and her long sigh fell over the front page. Lacey read the title over and over, rubbing her temples, wondering who to call first, husband or agent. She didn't want to look weak, not now, not for anybody. Every page—and she had read them all—every page had LACEY CHABERT printed across in red ink. It had been exhilarating...
Can't say I've been regretting' meeting Janet. I was plenty wary. Still am. Underestimated her though. Twisted, sure, but *needy* Needy in a way I've never seen. Need for revenge, I understand that. But she needed somethin' else too, needed to take something back. Voracious too. Took her up on it, but apparently not enough for her. She was coming to me for...
Someone was foolish enough to post a comment asking for more Captain Erotica. I respond well to such encouragement. This story can be read independently of the other Captain Erotica story. +++ Dick was sitting at his desk in the police station, with his hands in his palms, when Mike the janitor came into the office to empty the bin. "What's the matter, De...
Author's notes: -Written for: "In a Sunburned Country event" for stories set in Australia. -All characters are at least 18. -Writing is Canadian English so colour vs color and neighbour vs neighbor are normal. -I would like to thank ElectricBlue for offering to translate some of the Australian character's sentences into Australian slang. In the end I de...
Ever since our last get together, Arnold has been emailing me constantly hoping to meet for coffee, or lunch, or anything. How novel that a young male college student would want to see me again after I applied a strangle hold on his penis causing him to splash his spunk all over the sidewalk. And in the process of my performance on his erection, I was weari...
[The following story was written by me and is based on a general storyline that was suggested by an acquaintance who contacted me after reading one of my SPH themed stories. We began exchanging ideas and thoughts about our (and her partner's) fantasies, and this story is the result. I hope she will be encouraged to come up with a similar theme and ideas so t...
Every morning, I would arrive at my office and make my way up to the 44th floor. I was meticulous and my schedule would seldom varied. Maybe it was for that reason that some people called me anal. You know they were right…and didn’t even no it. I am anal. Six, or seven or eight inches in my anal. Oh ya. This morning I was waiting at the elevator in the stat...