First of all, let me preface this autobiographical tale by clearly stating that this is not a story about necrophilia. I think we should get that out of the way, since the object of my affection is very much alive. He's a vibrant, strong and handsome devil called Jack, with light brown hair that curls a bit around his ears when it grows too long, clear g...
Earth Day nude family photo shoot turns into an incestuous orgy. It all started when my family posed nude for an Earth Day advertising campaign. I'm Susan and this is the true story of what happened to my family, after the photo shoot and after we started having incestuous and forbidden sex. It was just a small ad posted on Craigslist in the adult category...
1 The sun rose and shined its beautiful light upon the campus town of The University of Texas. It was a Saturday, an elegant one at that where the neighbors of the school were walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, tending to their houses, and among others working out in the nice, warm, sun. Among the residence who took advantage of the nice, warm, weat...
Stories of Mark 'Tank' Lawson ******************************* Attention Readers*** This is a work of fiction. Any characters or events described in this story is strictly coincidental. These events are strictly coming from my imagination. All characters are above the age of consent, and there are a couple of sex scenes in this one, so if you are against th...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
Author's Note: This is a fictional story, filled with made-up entities and events. Absolutely no sexual activities involve humans under age 18. People sin and suffer and have cataclysmic orgasms, same as in real life. This erotic horror story is entirely my own fault -- do not blame my wonderful editor, Hypoxia, who spent many hours helping me. I couldn't ha...
Chapter 1: Tuesday Morning, 6:30AM "Your Class is what?" asked Alaina. It's way too early for this kind of shit. Ugh, how the fuck did this happen? She brought her hands up to rub at her eyes. Her entire body was tingling. "[Cunning Linguist]," came the reply from behind her. She giggled sleepily. Is that a joke? "I can't really argue it after last nig...