(This is my first original story after a few years on this site. Feedback and comments are very welcome. ) (Edit: Comments help me decide what to focus on when writing so if you like a particular chain that can help it get continued. Plus contributions are always welcome.) It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserv...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** All characters are over 18. ***** "Ready Kids?" I ask my son and daughter as we check into our room at Fuck Mountain. "We sure are!" They ecstatically reply. "First let's get ready and then we'll be all ready to do Fuck Mountain in style! Emphasis on the do!" Shouts my daught...
I sincerely hope you like my second contribution to "Loving Wives". Whereas my first submission was based on my life, and was about 90% factual with the names changed to protect the innocent and the guilty, "Please Understand Me" is 100% fiction. No genitals were harmed writing this story. I just wanted to break the template of: "I came home early because __...
Entering his beach house home, Lieutenant Steve Sloan dropped his suitcase and stretched tiredly. He wasn't due back from the Conference until the next day, but the final speaker had cancelled and rather than stay away one more night, Steve had chosen to come home. He'd missed his young lover for the two days and nights he'd been away already and his drive h...
I am amazed at the opposites of life: lovely and repulsive, unblemished and tainted, and of course, pleasure and pain. Seemingly opposites remain, yet how is it that paths cross so profoundly even to one exchanging for the other? I was fighting the worst bought of poison oak I had ever had, covered over 70% of my body with shiny red, itchy, blistering welts...
The man shades his eyes and squints ahead, trying to see through the glinting sunlight reflected off the rivers eddys and currents. His raft moves lazily through the brown slow waters, guided by his sure hands and arms, pushing and pulling the pole in and out of the muddy river floor. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while...
My head felt like there were hundreds of jackhammers pounding away inside, I was totally disorientated with no idea where I was or how I came to be here. The darkness surrounded me like a black mist, my wrists were secured tightly above my head dangling from what I imagined to be a ceiling beam while my ankles were securely parted and anchored to something i...
Miranda is, Juan reflects pleasurably, a quite delightfully wicked woman. Standing a good head shorter than him she looks, all long eyelashes and bright brown eyes, flirtaceously up at her beau; exuding the merest hint of her customary Chanel 19, erect nipples proudly prominent beneath a tight T-shirt and an expectant expression on her face. "Turn around"...
We have some new neighbours, Jan and Steve. They're friendly enough, I guess. Jan is cute. She blonde and in her early twenties. Very early. Steve is somewhat older, around thirty. Personal opinion, he caught her while she was still young and naïve. Not hard to do because my assessment of her is that she's still young and naïve. One other thing. Steve will...
He was a young boy when he had ran away from the castle. Men of thirteen years old were already fighting in battles but he knew nothing of yielding a sword. He didn't know where he was going. Just away from the taunts and the constant torments of an unrequited love and a truly unsympathetic life. He was allowed to learn side by side his persecutor, and he wa...