Earth seems vast to its inhabitants, but it is but a spec amongst the stars. Some worlds are aware of the plethora of aliens that exist across the galaxies, some earths have even encountered aliens. Very few however are aware that there are millions of earths. The sheer variety of planets, star systems, galaxies, and dimensions would boggle most minds. Howev...
This is the fifth installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the I...
A bright light is all you can see. Your eyes squint against the glare all around you. You feel as though you are floating. Slowly your other senses start to wake up. The smells of nature waft over you as you try to clear your head. It feels as though you were asleep or maybe drugged? A flashback of pain from your face, your eyes! They took your eyes! As you...
"I have a week's vacation coming up," I told my Aunt Sheila, "and I don't know what to do with it. This is the first time in over fifteen years that I can actually afford to go somewhere, and I have no idea what to do or where to go." "So, why not come and see me?" she asked. "I haven't seen you since Christmas." "Hmmmm," I said as I thought it over. Yea...
"Peter, I can explain!" Mrs. Allister blurted out over the sound of Morty's fading groans. Much to her dismay, he had yet to remove his stiff prick from the moist confines of her ass. Turning her head back to take a quick glance at him, Mrs. Allister flashed a menacing look at the pleasure she saw on his face. Even with her husband standing over them, this b...
This is the third installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the I...
I really knew Morty Abel for just a short time. He joined a running group that I coached. I am a corporate trainer and as a result spend an inordinate amount of time traveling. So, I run where I can and coach for a local running store on weekends. Morty showed up one day in an old sweat shirt, baggy sweat pants and "sneakers". He said he wanted to learn how...
Morty slid his slick shaft out of Victoria's insides and tugged back on her hips. Lifting her upper body, she couldn't exactly say she was upset to be relieved of the duty of lapping her tongue over her employer's plumped up clitoris. She simply stepped to the side and watched Morty close in on Mrs. Allister's spread legs. Pinching and rolling each one of h...
Mrs. Allister stuffed another forkful of medium-rare chopped sirloin into her mouth as she glared angrily across the dining table at the company that she and her husband entertained during this particular evening's meal. The daggers in her eyes remained specifically fixated on the scraggly young man occupying the chair next to her daughter; on Emily's on aga...
Thanks very much to neonlyte for all his help. Angelene walked out of the change room and checked herself in one of the numerous mirrors standard in strip clubs. She looked great. Her face, framed by curling copper red hair and enhanced with emerald green eyes, was angelic. This was the only thing 'Holy' about her. She wore just enough makeup to draw atte...