(The following story is a work of fiction. Everyone is over 18, completely consenting, and probably having a hell of a time.) I like to think I grew up on "the outskirts of town." Sounds so much more Americana than saying “the suburbs," doesn’t it? My father worked in the city, ran his own business and taught me how to do some basic bookkeeping for him by...
"To be a son of Africa living in the West is to be constantly under siege," Raphael Lugh-Fayose said softly, and the big and tall, caramel-hued young man sighed deeply as he looked out the window. For a moment, Raphael closed his eyes, and a tranquil expression washed over his handsome face. He almost seemed perfectly oblivious to everything and everyone aro...
In 'Pygiaphilia' I introduced my long-ago lover, Alan, and his earliest adventure, going on in 'Semper Figura Chapters 1 and 2' to chronicle his next encounters, resident in his home town in Southern Rhodesia, as it then was, in 1942. Soon after, he came to England, not before learning that his youngest partner, was not pregnant. He served as a navigator in...
Leda wanted to trust Brandon. His kiss had kindled something inside her, something she wanted to fulfill. She had felt this way about men before, but usually she'd remember Gerald, and then be ashamed of her lust. There were women didn't feel that way. At Cliffhouse, some were so happy with men and sex that they would touch themselves every night they spent...
We sailed throughout our first day over the wrinkled and foam-flecked expanse of the North Atlantic. Once Eva was sufficiently recovered from her earlier...shall we say, exertions, we made an inventory of the provisions and supplies on our borrowed craft. To our considerable relief, the Vimana was equipped for a voyage at least as long as ours -perhaps even...
The music pulsed so loudly it was as though I had gone to war. The evening had started fine. Pre-drinks in a grotty halls room, couldn't remember whose and anyway they were all pretty much the same. Ring of fire, truth or dare. Nothing too raucous. The girls had been dolled up, hair piled on top of their heads and tight dresses clinging to every curve. Low...
Jess came from a small farm town in Michigan, an only child of a Vietnam War Veteran Dennis Young and his third wife Sherry. They were a lower middle class family. As long as she could remember, her parents had bounced around from job to job, barely making ends meet. But their number one goal was to make Jess a happy and a healthy little girl. Luckily, Jess...
In light of comments for Chapter 1, I put the next two chapters together. Having said that, they may still need to be bulked up a bit. These chapters were meant to set up characters and the plot, and thus aren't meant to be erotic themselves. Chapters four and five should take care of that. Chapter Two September 1717, the Caribbean, It had seemed al...
So she was seeing someone. I didn't expect her to wait for me, we had only been out a couple times before I left... and I didn't know when I would be back, it would have been unfair of me to make that request. Plus, I had a feeling that she would need the time to enjoy her new-found freedom, making her more ready for me when I returned. I will have fun with...
Alright this is my first story I've ever written so please let me know what you think; all constructive criticism is very welcome. Oh and I am the sloppiest typer ever so sorry in advanced for any weird typos, I tried to get them all. Also sorry but this first chapter isn't much about sex as it is building the story, I promise the next chapter will have plen...