Many thanks to snowbear for editing this story. * My name is Thomas Dahl, an average Scandinavian guy, forty-eight years old and married to my pretty wife Alexandra for twenty-three years. Our two children have left the nest. Emma is twenty-one and began her studies to become a lawyer at Southern University. Elliot is twenty and is in the navy working for...
Written & edited by Amnoartist ====================================== Note: Beneath Her Flesh is a dark horror-themed series with a focus on story and characterisation. Eroticism will likely play a part where appropriate for the plot's benefit and advancement or delving deeper into the characters themselves. There will be no sex just for the sake of it bei...
It was approaching the time for the annual office calendar shoot at Neufville and Co. This year, nearly everyone -- well nearly all the gentlemen at Neufville and Co. - were looking forward to it, because of the arrival in June of the new girl in the public relations office, Saffron Sloane. Saffron Sloane was delightful to look at: smooth cocoa-coloured skin...
"Jezebel, look at me. I need to take you to the hospital baby; your revenge is going to have to wait until later." Jake said as he maneuvered himself in the seat. Davis was trying to pass the knife to Jake, but Jezebel intercepted and snatched the knife from his hand. "Pull over!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "No, don't pull over." Jake barked from...
It was 2:00 in the afternoon, we were in bed all morning, all I wanted to do was to stare at her perfect Angel body, I know I know, I hate that cheesy bull shit too, but she was different, her plum lips, "blow job lips" my friends called them, her blackish brown eyes, she hates them so much, most guys would fantasize about blue or green but I told her they r...
The rain is pouring down outside ... it's been going on for a few days now and everything is soaked and muddy and cold. I open the car door and slam it shut while sprinting the short distance to the video store, trying in vain to stay as dry as possible. My shirt is soaked through, my jeans as well, I sigh and ruffle my short hair with my fingers ... instea...
My name is Marvin James Brownstone. People call me Big Marvin because I'm a six-foot-one, 260-pound black man. I'm pretty in the face, though thick all over. I've always been a big and tall black man. I'm proud of my body, unlike lots of big folks who got self-esteem and body image issues. I'm healthy and I'm happy. What more could I want? There are certain...
Welcome, my dear, welcome. Peace be with you as you enter my lair–excuse me, my store. Isn't it a pleasant evening? Just the right temperature: not too cold, not too warm. I can see you're a little cold, would you like a glass of brandy? Port? No? How about a cup of tea? I have some excellent blends from India. Of course, I drink tea, don't be silly. Who d...
This morning's headlines are not grabbing me. Typically, I wake up, fix coffee, and read the news. I am, typically, horny, and sex fantasies swirl through my mind like the steam swirling from my coffee. Like, how it feels to kiss and hug and grope a man's back and hips and ass and cock fully dressed. And how a man's ass can be so round and heavy with sex...
Walking through a stark corridor in the sub-levels of the raft, three men walked down the hallway of the supermax containment center; one devoted to containing the most dangerous of prisoners SHIELD had ever found and contained. Unlike other facilities, THIS one was designed for each specific inmate they kept watchful eye on. Almost every corridor was met wi...