*Inspired by the song "1980" by Herb Alpert and true events * He stood on the soccer pitch and shook his head. How did I get here? went through his mind. A year before, Sheridan Lockwood was just a sophomore, a 15-year-old student who walked into the classroom at lunch to see what the student government was all about. And now, moments before kickoff, he st...
Hello, there. My name is Sarina Jean. I'm a big and tall, busty and big-bottomed Black Transsexual of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. People say I remind them of Hollywood Superstar Queen Latifah, only taller and with a much bigger ass. I'm a Business Administration major at Carleton University. This summer is off to a nice start. Gues...
As we gazed into each others eyes I knew I had too know him more. Yes we were friends on the chatroom. But I knew we would and could be more. His touch was like a fire. I know he felt it to. I could see it in his eyes at the time of orgasm. We touched each other, and it was heaven. Our bodies touched multiple times in the next 5 hours. As daylight approached...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading this! This is the prologue of a new erotically-charged low-magic fantasy series, full of sex, violence, politics and intrigue: my favorite kind of story. I was going to make this into an AIF game, but it turned out to be too complicated, but the idea was too good to pass up. This particular tale takes place two years bef...
"'Veni, vidi, vici!'" he said to himself. "Shit! I can't believe it!" He shook his head and said again: "Veni, vidi, vici!" And immediately his heart went into his throat because he realized that he was saying it out loud now. He was standing before her, and she was giving him an incredulous look because she knew what he was talking about, having mentioned C...
If I had my way, I believe I would ask pants designers to invent a way for 19YO boys like me to hide their hard horny dicks so female personages could not become aware of them. I often wonder if those people even know the fact that guys like me can develop a hardon at the least bit of stimulating arousal. Speaking of arousal! Why was that ass...er woman in...
My wife is incredibly beautiful and sexy. We are happy and comfortable together and make love regularly. Our sex life is never dull as we both enjoy vivid imaginations and experiment openly with each other's fantasies. There is only one thing my sex life lacks: the wank. As a teenager I masturbated constantly. Even after "scoring" with girls, and even whil...
Without characters, a story is little more than a detailed road-map, or atlas. Empty scenes, and situations would be hollow, blank neighborhoods, fictional deserts of magnitudes post apocalyptic. Imagine reading a book where you were given beautiful descriptions, detailed environments, dangerous scapes, and deadly terrains, but nothing happened. Ever. Thi...
Cien paced the length of the dining room anxiously the next morning. He'd had lain awake in his bed all night making plans, ideas on how to win his Rose back. He shook his head. How could he win her back, he thought, if he had yet to win her at all? With that thought his head began to pound. All of this time traveling nonsense was much a bother. He'd lain a...
Cien couldn't remember the last time he'd rode as hard as he rode now. The MacPhearson keep was a two day ride. He'd forced his men and himself to make it a matter of hours. Their horses were winded, he knew, and they grew tired. He knew that as well. He also knew if he kept pushing as hard as he was he was going to lame his horse, or that of one of his men,...