It was a brutally hot summer day, and I had spent the morning irrigating the property. After watering the small heavily forested acre on the property, I turned the big sprinklers off and was surprised by how cool the air was out among the dripping trees. I stripped off my shirt. The slight breeze was cool and moist against my skin. Drops from the trees high...
THE ARRIVAL The small concrete luggage retrieval room lay barren save my wife and I. Sitting on my black suitcase, shirt off, beads of sweat dripping down my face and chest from the heat, I watched the large double doors they had brought the other passenger's gear through, hoping they would soon open. "What time is it?" The soft voice from behind me spoke....
Greg brought the bone ceramic to his lips. The coffee steam swirled up his sinuses and soothed his soul. He gazed over the white sheets as they soaked the buried hills. Down the hill, a film of fog blurred the distant sticks, once holding thousands of orange and red specs of fluttering candy. New England animating inside his oak framed living room window: in...
The surefire way to take a Possessed out of action, other than blowing their brains out, was to make them cum. The four dicks of the Possessed on the ground around me would eventually harden again. They would wake up and pursue the next person to fuck. As much as I loved getting fucked silly, I wasn't planning on sticking around to be their fucktoy for any l...
I'd caught them by chance one morning. Running late to the gym, I'd sped through the parking lot and spotted a couple illuminated by my headlights. Locked in passionate embrace, they didn't notice me watching them from my car, parked across the aisle. They'd kissed, hands roaming and grabbing at each other. Finally, he'd pulled away, then turned her around...
Author's note: I think a couple of things should be cleared up here. The username I use on this site is not the same as the author's name in this tale, but it is still me, just a pen name I use when I write. The pen name is a reference to the meaning of my first and middle names. That said, I realize it has taken a while to get this second chapter out, but t...
Yorkshire, England, 1825 “But I don’t understand. Why can we not go?” “Mary, please. That’s enough.” Anna tries to sound firm as a governess should be, but it seems after all these years, this little hellion knows how to get away with acting however she likes. “But we want to go, too,” pouts the girl, slumping low in her seat, arms crossed and brows frowning...
When she walked in, I knew she would be trouble again, one way or another. Usually it was low-level, only a little pointing and shouting. But I had a feeling about her now. Maybe it was that huge, flashy new engagement ring on her finger, much gaudier than the simple wedding band the last time she was here, wearing widow's weeds. Not for the first time, eith...
Like the synopsis stated, this will be similar to Writerperson's story "Stripped on Screen", but instead of being about movie and television characters succumbing to both ENF and some free use type situations. I figured I'd rebrand this story to include both ENF and Free-use in branching points from each character, labeled as such. Imagine Black Wi...
I have this insatiable need for you. I find myself thinking of you at the oddest moments. My memory creates a vivid picture. I could be standing in front of a group of people speaking and suddenly my voice will trail off and my eyes will stop focusing. I might be picturing the way you looked as I was on top of you, riding your dick, thrusting my hips to a vo...