I met him when I was in high school. I had just come home from school and was dripping wet. My high school is only a block away from my stepfather's neighborhood (my mother moved both of us and my cat, who got hit by a car trying to go home, to his house). After shutting the door, I dripped on the rug and yelled at the top of my lungs, "MOM, YOU ARE NOT GOIN...
Tim stepped into his new college dorm room and breathed in the possibilities. The sun illuminated the simple tile floor and the simple room furnishings. Freshly cleaned desks and wardrobes neatly lined the walls. The beds had thin blue mats and pencil graffiti etched into the legs. He noticed that the windows were open and the scent of the grill from the din...
Author's note: this story is a sequel to "Mr. Jackson Marks Marie," but may be read independently. Over the next few days, Marie couldn't get her encounter with Mr. Jackson out of her head. Every night she replayed the way he'd battered her petite pussy with his gigantic cock while holding her hair and growling filthy things in her ear. She longed to fe...
This story is the sixth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal use. No copyright infringement is i...
Ronnie was coming over later. He'd been gone for a little over a week. That meant a good session of sex tonight, as long as he didn't get too drunk. She put her hands on her breasts, thinking of him touching them, fondling them, sucking on her nipples. She grabbed both her nipples and rolled them, as the familiar sensations started building below. Her righ...
I think it was her tattoos that started the obsession for me. Of course, they were hidden under her conservative office outfits, for the most part, but those rare glimpses of the ink on her shoulder, her calves and -heaven help me- her cleavage, had a profound effect on me. I spent hours obsessing over the rare glimpses of artwork I'd seen on Samantha's body...
I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who took the time for positive feedback to the last story. This really isn't a "cuckold" story arc, so if you are looking for hardcore humiliation, or stuff like that it probably won't suit your needs. This is about a couple that has a healthy sex life, but they were harboring their fantasies instead of sharing the...
My name is John. I work for a cleaning company that services Phoenix International Airport. My job title is something like Facility Maintenance and Cleaning Technician, but really I'm a janitor. I work the grave shift at PHX. Cleaning up the waiting areas and bathrooms, restocking the paper supplies and that kinda stuff, basically a really boring job. Usuall...
Maria paced the pale street light casting shadow at every corner. Jon told her to wait there. He promised everything would be fine. An hour later he still hadn't returned, he confused to her. She was angry but she still loved him. She would leave the family to be with him. Every part of his body ached as he stumbled through the park, the blood covering his...
Usual standard declarations about age, etc. apply here. As an author, I set the characters up, tell them precisely what I want them to do, and then send them off to do it. And of course they bugger off and do exactly what they want. Honestly, it's like trying to herd cats! So if you read chapter 1, you'll know some of the characters already, and guessed the...