Author's notes: 1. This story follows on from my previous story 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first. 2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything describe...
Chapter One: The Peeping Step Dad I had just awakened with a middle of the night urge felt by many 50 something men – the urge to pee. I, like many men my age, have developed a larger than normal prostrate, which wakes me up at least once each night. And since I am in the middle of a total remodeling of the bathroom attached to the Master Suite in my 20 roo...
People this is a story, where it came from I know not. It isn't real, its figment, read it as such. Don't take it to heart; if any one can imagine this happening, I want to know about it. But it did give me a hard on, sometimes! Lol. It just poured out of my finger tips. ***** Nikki Cinque was on her hands and knees on her own bed. She was naked, and the y...
Author's note: All characters are 18 when they participate in sexual activities. The main character starts off as a 17 year old, but is 18 when anything sexual happens with/to her. Thanks go to Todger65 and robertreams for their editing assistance. ***** Chapter 1 "Ugh!" Rachael exclaimed as she fell to the floor. She had collided with something, someth...
This is a continuation of the "Heart Shaped" series: a reader requested a story about Charlie in his old age. An alternate title could be: "The Lion's Last Roar." The base relationships and local topography are from the previous three stories. Without a full scorecard, most of Charlie's children belong to his long time love Mallory; Robert and Emily are with...
Peter Parker's apartment had schizophrenia. It wasn't his fault. Not that he'd done much to treat it, his sense of interior decorating having been stillborn. It was that his two roommates had such domineering personalities, yet divergent tastes—they clashed with each other so much, it was no wonder they were dating. Mary Jane Watson was an aspiring Broadway...
Moaning, groaning, sweaty heaving bodies, lust. Knock, Knock. Lust nearly fulfilled, passion almost consummated. Knock, knock, knock. The morning sun streamed in through the small gap of the curtains straight onto the bed, and uncannily pierced through Philippa's eyes as she roused from the lingering dream. She did not want to open them, she wanted to fi...
Any and all characters mentioned in this story in a sexual context are aged eighteen years and over. ***** I'm sure every large family must have an Uncle Len. You know the one I mean. The one who isn't a close paternal or maternal relative. The one who is jokingly referred to as the second cousin of your mother's - cousin's - husband's - auntie's - father...
Part Twelve: Losses Chapter Forty BROCK "...put your arms forward like this," I instructed the little imperial scout, "then, when you're at the precipice, you want to open them like this," I motioned my arms outward, "and you'll just glide over the top. Did you get that?" "W-w-w-what?!" I rolled my eyes. "Practice it with me, little imperial. Ball."...
Author's notes: This is a work of fiction regarding consenting adults, group sex, sexual enslavement and other erotic things along those lines. If you do not like those topics please move along. Thank you. ***** As 5 o'clock approached I made my way into the bathroom, removed my blouse and skirt, then strode into Nick's office wearing a pair of very cheek...