All characters of the story are 18+, any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. === It was sunny Friday morning and despite of the chilly February wind Sam was in a pretty good mood. Friday was a good day. It meant that weekend was just around the corner and the weekend meant videogames, laziness, and, most important, another chance to get int...
The band had just started its third set for the evening as Dawn and Cindy passed through the doors of Diane and Bob's bar. The Back Bar was not very crowded for 11:45 pm on a Saturday night. Dawn liked it better with fewer people, she liked to dance and fewer people left her more free space on the small floor to express herself. Dawn was wearing tight fittin...
Chapter Three: Door Number One -------- By the time they had made it up the stairs, Alice could already feel her palm grow damp from the sweat of nervousness, clutched as it was within the mystery woman's grasp. She had followed a half-step behind her new friend, heading up the stairs of the modest home, her eyes drifting along the other's frame. The myste...
Fantasy, not real, the names are not real either! ***** Okay even I have to admit that what I was doing was incredibly stupid, inanely so. I felt like a fucking retard. No, that's not fair on them because at least they have some limited thinking ability; this was just dumb. I was with a friend from work. We were taking two tall trolleys back to the superm...
Is this a fantasy or just a piece of fiction? Maybe, just maybe, it is both. Chapter 1 Not too long ago, on a midnight train bound for nowhere. He was the type of person who rarely slept, a restless soul who only succumbed to deep sleep when he was exhausted. So, he sat there in the hard contoured vinyl seat watching the miles roll by through the sma...
The caller ID said it was Paul. "Shit, not again ..." I muttered as I answered the phone. It wasn't, it was his wife, Sandra. "I hate to bother you for this, but I really need some help," she said sounding very exasperated. "Paul is out of town and doesn't get home until late tomorrow night, and I don't know how I could get Jason or David (her kids) to h...
**This story is inspired by true events. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Except for that one chupacabra. But he's okay now. Don't forget to vote. Comments are cool, too. Public comments are even better. Okay, so just read the damn thing then.** * It was just another fall Friday afternoon. The birds were singing, the skies were gray...
9:30. The alarm clock buzzed loudly, interrupting Skyler's sleep. She awoke, sat up, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Yay. Thursday. More school" she said mockingly to no one in particular. She got up and went about her morning routine: shower, brush teeth while in shower, dress, eat. Skyler really had to get her ass in gear if she wanted to maintain h...
Warning: this story contains pegging. I came into work tonight with a condom in my pocket and a hard-on in my boxers. I'm a zombie. I haven't slept all day because I've been fantasizing about Marla. Marla's throat around my cock. Her velvety snatch squeezing me dry. She moans as I shove my fingers in her rectum. Cover her in my... "Uhhh...? Ex-cuse-me? I...
I was reading Philip Jose Farmer's Image Of The Beast. Not a book that most people would think I'd read. But during the day, I kept such a cool demeanor, that it was almost needed to read some alien bizarre sex shit every once in a while. A girl's got to get her kicks somehow. And I was sitting on top of the dryer. The little laundry mat of the apartment c...