Warning: The following story is a work of fiction, and deals with interracial, and non-consent themes. And as such may be offensive to some due to the issues of bigotry involved in such stories. If this offends you please do not bother to vote, or for that matter read any further. Otherwise enjoy. * * * * * How it all started: L.A. in the summer, save for...
The following material is sexually explicit erotica. If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file. Chapter 5 Instruction and Explanation 'After she had gone I found it difficult to believe that what had taken place had really happened, if I hadn't had the cum soaked handkerchief as evidence I could have convinced myself it had all bee...
Warning - If you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors in my story. Just a simple, straight-forward story. The correct category would have b...
"...and then the guy just left, you know?" I went to take another sip of my beer and realized the glass was empty. I looked at it a second time, suspiciously, since I had no memory of finishing it. With these friends, you never knew if you did actually finish it, or someone else 'helped' you. I looked at Simon and Polly, who was still nursing a glass of whi...
Dahlia looked on with mounting dread as the first snowflakes of the evening drifted down from the heavens. As she peered through the frozen pane a worrisome frown drew in her cheeks and bunched wrinkles into her forehead, adding years to a face that was so much younger. There was a small piece of her that wanted the snow, but it lay sleeping in her memory....
"NO! Let me go! Please! You don't understand. I must! LET ME GO!" He was fighting to hold on, because this girl was dead serious about jumping. No ordinary suicide attempt, this one. This wasn't his first experience with a suicide jumper by far, but normally you could talk people down and make them think twice about their decision. Not this time though. She...
The tray of breakfast food was more continental than not. Some fruit that Abbey was able to find in Rick's fridge along with some bread and peanut butter. For the best though, as the tray and its contents were strewn about the floor... Dropped aside carelessly by Abbey as Rick approached her from the bed with a look in his eye that Abbey had only seen once b...
I arrived in Denver the night before, quite late and was greeted by you at the airport. Taken by your late night beauty and amazed that you were still willing to pick me up, you drive me to my hotel, and being so late, I suggest that we retire for the night, get rested up and meet up tomorrow after my conference for my studies. I can see the reluctance in yo...
I'm in . . . ecstasy. In my semiconscious reality, strong hands maul my eager flesh, lips suck my oversensitive skin, warm breath fans my face, caressing my parted lips . . . and a demanding cock continues to thrust into my well-fucked pussy. A tongue seeks entry into my mouth and I accept it, allowing it to explore my teeth, my tongue, and the roof of my...
This story is set in a world described in my story 'Milk Sow'. In this world women leave school to either become professional women or milk sows. Sometimes this boundary becomes blurred. * David stood in his dark suit. His shoes were very black and highly polished, his hair combed neatly, his shirt white with a pale blue tie peeking out between the lapels...