A little about myself before I start the story. A trim 35 year old man that would probably be diagnosed as a sex and porn addict. As long as I can remember, I've been extremely sexual. Starring at cleavage and tight pants, led to porn mags and the occasional video, led to the internet. Once the internet exploded, so did my sexual fantasies. Shemale porn, and...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of the narrative which commenced with "My Awkward Phase", which I posted here previously. Readers may wish to read that before continuing, although I have written them to stand alone. ***** Natives say that life cannot exist in LA without a car and money. My last days in LA proved those truisms. I'm from Brentwood, "...
Chapter 1 My Awkward Phase The greatest lie is that what happens in high school doesn't matter, because life begins in college. I pretended to agree, although I never believed it, for I was the world's greatest liar. Wannabees I was hanging out with my friends Quinn, Barb and Anne in the Newspaper Office, our refuge at University High in Los Angeles. A g...
Continued from Part 1 -- Read that first! Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget t...
Author's note: Fiction. Gregg finds his life upended after a difficult breakup, and finds it leading him to an entirely new kind of household. I wonder what would have happened if I had never confessed. At the time life seemed good. I had settled down with Alison and even proposed marriage. When I proposed we had agreed to wait before we set a date. This...
Author Note: The following tale is intended as a supplement to the fifth season of Doctor Who broadcast in 2010 and I'd strongly suggest reading it once you've seen the show (not least because there be spoilers here). There's also a fair old bit of story before the filth so you probably want to skip to page 3 if that's what you're after. Oh, one last thing,...
Part Seventeen: Pyrrhic Chapter Fifty-seven LEVERIA I took a deep breath, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of spent lust. Warm morning skin moistened in a dew of hormonal sweat, the subtle pungency of sexual fluids, and the tang of orifices that had not yet coalesced into their fleshy confines. Ah, what a wonderful miasma. My eyes fluttered op...
Nock I shrugged at Norm. "I don't know, man. I guess she left a few details off of her resume." "Yeah, well this is a big, big problem." He rounded on Stan. "We need to get our Agency contact on the phone right now. We have to send her back to wherever she came from." "Martin?" the girl said, her voice unsteady. "Can't we talk about this?" Stansy looked...
Day Seventeen ADRIANNA I immediately locked down my thoughts, shutting Yavara out from even the most banal of my musings. She pouted her lips. "I was only trying to see what you were dreaming about." Though I was groggy with alcohol, I could smell the wine fresh on her breath. She'd already been drinking, and it wasn't even eight in the morning. "How di...
'Would you...?' 'Look the part to play the part....' 1 5' 4...dreaded, and to be dreaded....bookish, be-spectacled—damn near owlish....so much so that you might miss the way her tits spoke to you no matter how much she attempted to 'silence' them ....that you might miss the way her skirt gathered at the flatness of her tum, then fell away from her no-wais...