We grow old and die, and so too our memories. Some fade away with time, whereas others follow us to the grave. I am no longer the child I once was, but even now in my early thirties, I have one of such memory that I know will follow me to my grave. It is the story I would like to share with you, if you will permit me to first lie back on this lounge chair an...
This is the second part, so please read chapter one to get idea about the scenario. I started planning further to trap aunt. I started collecting information about both driver and aunt. Hurry will cause me harm only so I moved slowly. I didn't want the driver to act against me. He shouldn't dare to go against me. I need more leverage on him than I need on a...
Over the last two or three weeks the editor had often stayed behind after hours with the intention of reading more of the letters from the private cabinet. However, he was now in the habit of being joined by the secretary who invariably distracted his attention. More often than not he would find himself fucking her either stood against the wall or with her l...
You will no doubt notice that certain words are intentionally left in lower case. It's for the same reason that Hannibal Lecter ate his victims; to show my contempt for them.* * Oh, religion. What a tangled web if there ever was one. I was born in the heart of the old South, where hellfire and brimstone preachers were as common as 57 T-birds and Sunday chi...
Hey guys. It's been a long time since I've published anything, and this is my latest. I'm introducing a new girl, a chick I went to high school with ages ago named Heather. I've always had a thing for her, and I'm pretty sure she knows it. We've never dated, as much as I've wanted to, we're just good friends. I asked her out once ages ago and she friend zone...
Foreword by the fuckwit who wrote this piece: FUCK! I missed the deadline for the Earth Day competition. Arse! OK, bugger it, I might as well put this in Novels and Novellas for the 2 points in the survivor contest at least. *sigh*. Right, now that I've finished feeling sorry for myself here it is, a series of scenes that track the burgeoning sexual r...
"God damn, bitch... suck that nut, suck it all out, baby." I look down at my next door neighbor Marge... her name's Margaret, but I call her Marge, like Marge Simpson. She's a black granny though, with short gray hair, not a yellow bitch with a blue hair beehive hairdo. She's laid out on her sofa. I'm on top of her, sitting on her huge titties, my ten inch...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to James Lacy at the address in my profile. All comments appreciated. * * * * * Robert watched in silence as the Agnes, Jane and Martha finished playing with Ellen and walked o...
When Lyndsay's mother got back from New York, Lyndsay spoke to her mother about me and Julie moving in with them. Mrs. Brie had already met me, and thought that I was perfect for her daughter. She seemed to think I was a good influence on her or something. She seemed thrilled at the prospect of me moving in, and becoming a more significant part of Lyndsay's...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The days passed incredibly slowly after my meeting with Aunt Pamela. She dominated my dreams and fantasies. She often crossed my mind while in class and I would wind up with an erection and squirming in my seat with the memory of the spanking she'd given me and the reward I'd earn...