Readers should be aware that this story involves father-son incest. *** Leo drove up the hill, keeping the lake on his left. As he rose and the lake sank below him a flash of almost Mediterranean brightness, reflected off the water, blinded him momentarily and he had to swerve to avoid a car, coming in the opposite direction, which was taking the bend befo...
My previous narratives have been from my imagination. This is my real story about how I became a voyeur. Although I've been involved in a lot of great sex since, early experiences stick in the memory as more erotic. I left school in the late fifties getting a job in commercial photographers. My main jobs were to developing the olden style black and white s...
Phil Hinagin was a crabby, sour old man with a mean temper and no love for anyone or anything human. His one redeeming quality was his magical touch on a sprint car. He could make a sixteen hundred pound, eight hundred horsepower monster act tame and drive like a dream. Well, most of the time anyway. The maroon and white number 72 bounced and rocked as it c...
Author's note: Despite the theme, this story contains only mild violence and no vore/snuff elements. It does contain rough sex and consensual non-consent. * In the city of Manajari predator and prey have worked, played and lived side-by-side for over 700 years in peace. The "bad old days" were long forgotten, when predatory animals hunted their herbivorou...
Introduction. Here we are. You and I. Together in this special place out of the rain. The dusty air is thick with the aroma of storytelling as we make our way between row upon row of well-thumbed books that pack each straining shelf to the heavens. Book upon book stuffed with tales both fact and fiction. At the end of each row is a sign revealing the natu...
I sat wrapped tightly in a blanket (courtesy of Tristan) wearing my dry clothes. Tristan disappeared periodically to find firewood to feed the fire to keep us warm. The temperature seemed to drop several degrees in a short amount of time. My drying hair began to frizz and I hoped that my makeup wasn't all over the place. I silently prayed that I didn't look...
It was the start of the rut again. Sienna could feel it —that same old distinctive ache in her body, often warm or even hot to the touch, particularly concentrated in the depths of her womb where it radiated outward to the her sex and up through her breasts to her nipples. Sienna absently ran her hands over them, kneaded them, felt how heavy and swollen the...
Lilly sighed as she leaned against the railing of the tower balcony as she twirled a blonde ringlet in her finger. Her 18th birthday was already 6 months in the past. She thought being an adult would change things. It hadn't. She gazed out beyond the walls to the forest beyond. What was out there? Only she seemed to be curious. But of course, she could not g...
I moved out of the house at 18 years old and into a small rental house. I had always enjoyed dressing up in lingerie, but now I was free to wear lingerie every day and learn the joys of being a female which is something I had always wanted to do. I was fortunate to have a full time job at 18 and I made a nice living. I took the money I had saved and purchas...
When writing this story, I hadn't thought beyond the initial plot, but as it developed, I realised that there was a second story to be told. Hence the title being Just Good Neighbours -- Part 1. ***** My name is George Maynard and I lost my wife a while ago. At first, I was devastated. I very nearly fell apart, but realised I needed to be strong for our tw...