This story is inspired by a pen pal in another country. It never happened and the characters are fictitious. It is my... our... fantasy. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental. It is also the first part of a multi-part story which will become more and more descriptive over time. Should you choose to comment or rate the story, please do so with this i...
Having just moved in to my apartment I didn't know any- one in the building, except the super. It was a small one bedroom, but big enough for me to live in when I wasn't on the road. I started my new job as a claims adjuster for an insurance company last week, and needed mainly a place to work out of. The work was interesting and it kept me on the move. I h...
I could totally kick your ass, I thought to myself as I looked at the trio of drunken college guys inside the bus shelter, smirking to themselves. What is it with drunken white guys having the urge to hurl slurs at other people? Shit. Three months ago I would have ignored these fools and quietly walked away, just like any good black citizen of the Prairies....
My name is Chloe Williamson and I'm a six-foot-tall, slender and athletic, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Boston. I am openly bisexual, and currently work as a Professor of Art History at Northeastern University. I dabble in the BDSM lifestyle. I'm a top. Meaning that I belong to that select group of men and women who only get...
It had a been a week since Ian and Lee returned from their business conference. Ian had made a point to stay busy at work to avoid physical contact with the woman he loved. A woman he had secretly carried on a passionate relationship. A woman he shared the most erotic adventures. A woman he unfortunately witnessed having a torrid sex act with a stranger with...
Zemora was standing in the kitchen when she heard Analisa's knock on the door. "Coming," she yelled out as she made her way through the suite. Quickly opening the door, Zemora was met with Analisa's smiling face. "Hey, come in." Zemora shut the door behind her friend once she stepped inside, and the two made their way to the sofa facing the magnificent vie...
She sits on a stool, at the bar, alone. She smiles slightly at her husband's reflection in the mirror over the bar. He looks back at her and winks. He turns to watch as four men in business suits enter the quiet lounge, and sit at a table close to the bar. He sees that they notice her immediately. Why not? She looks stunning tonight. Her long brown hair shi...
This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * * * * * "Oh yeah baby," he said to her as she slowly deep-throated his 9" cock. "Mmmmm yes, that's it, come on, take...
(Inspired by a joke in Isaac Asimov's Humor Treasury) Quintilus Annaeus Fabianus died quite suddenly one day. Fabianus, being a good Stoic, did not meet his passing with great tears and desperate pleading, as most people do, but quietly, perhaps even happily, followed Mercury Psychopmpos across the wide river that separates the Land of the Shades from the...
This is an attempt at writing a script for my original story, a graphic novel that I have been developing alone for many years. The women marching and the overall reaction to Trump's election has motivated and inspired me to start writing and drawing art for it. I hope to someday publish the finished story online for everyone to see. Thank you everyone. -Ja...