Another sleepy dusty delta day, on the back-ways heading south. Slumped down in the shade by the roadside, smoking my last fat joint, sparks of ecstasy fizz and glow in intoxicating haze. Incandescent molecules ripping comet-trails through my brain. And a patrol car. Wait. Watch its trail of billowing dust as it circles, fishtails in, slows to a stop. She sl...
I awoke from my half-drunken sleep to the sound of sex, and God, it was a fantastic noise! I could feel the vibrations on the bed as Larissa rode Rain, plus I could hear her moans as she took him balls deep inside her cunt. She looked at me as she saw me rise, gesturing for something, and sure enough, she wanted it in her ass. It was a dream come true, and I...
The truck drove up to the front door of the big, square industrial building perched on a hill in the middle of nowhere. A young man, studious and nerdy, open the door and stepped out into the cool morning air, walked up to the front door of the building and rang the intercom. "It's James DeFranco from the Bulletin to meet with Doctor Saunders." There was a...
Two weeks later, Doug entered the waiting room again. Even though his mind had been almost completely occupied with thoughts of this appointment over the past two weeks – he had trouble focusing at work, often taking breaks to masturbate while imagining how this day would go – he had no idea what to actually expect. He noticed that he couldn't hear voices th...
As always, thanks to Boheminxen for editing. * Chapter 2: Avenging My Friend The marriage was a lovely affair. It consisted of Ayano, Tsukiumi, a monk, and me in a small, private room. There was more to showing off our union to the Brotherhood of Japan than the wedding itself. Since I must marry, I am pleased it is with Ayano. She looked absolutely stunn...
Prologue My dear friends, I would like to relate to you a story of Passion and beauty. Its so surreal. Truth be told, I'm not even sure it actually happened... It might have been a dream– a glorious, heady dream, my friends. If you're interested in reading on, I must warn you: this story, a vivid blur, is etched into my mind for its might. If you are not of...
It was not one of my better days in Sri Lanka. My wife was in England "re-thinking" our marriage following her discovery that I had been exchanging explicit emails and photos with a young masseur we had shared during a short stay at a local beach resort. While she did not mind sharing men with me, she took a very dim view of my having solitary adventures. No...
This was, admittedly, a fanfiction of a show I used to be super into, but now am not. I still love my story and may someday change the names, but for now I am super lazy. Sorry it takes so long to get to the actual act though. THIS IS NOT A STORY TO FETISHIZE ASEXUALS. This is basically my retelling of me (I'm ace) wondering what's so great about sex. ****...
This is a continuation of The Wet Nurse (Fetish), my tale of the Stearns family PROLOGUE On a clear autumn day in 1901, a man and his son walked through a dense forest. With each gust of wind, leaves showered down and settled on the trail: a kaleidoscope of yellow, bright orange, and deep red. The man, Edwin Stearns, carried a small single-shot rifle with...
Chapter 5 My day was filled with exploring the rest of my property and I found some interesting foundations that I thought might be of historical value. I had plenty of time so I went into town to the local library. I introduced myself and said I had bought some property east of town and was wondering where I could find some books on local history. I had a...