*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* He was used to the constant bullying. That didn't make it hurt any less. It just made it an expected torment. Curtis Brown was short, only f...
Characters are at least 18. The title is kind of a misnomer at this point. Probably should have thought that through. Also, mind the tags. This story has cross dressing, feminization, snowballing, and pegging. If that's not your thing you might want to skip this one. ***** "Good morning, cupcake," Renee whispered as she awoke and gave Chris a sweet littl...
"Oh, don't stop," Phoebe moaned at me. Her hazel hair lay flopped back and forth on the pillow as her head flopped back and forth. "Don't stop! Fuck me, Will, fuck me!" I wondered why she thought I would stop at this point, with my dick already pounding her tight little pussy, or how I would even manage to. I was really just trying to hold back the flood of...
04 BRYAN & CARLA RECONNECT MORNING GLORY "Oh my gosh, Carla, I can't think of any better way to wake up to than with you sucking me off. But do we really have the time for this?" "Mmm," Carla said, removing her mouth to respond and replacing her lip and tongue action seamlessly, using her hand to squeeze and pump him. He groaned again, opening one eye,...
Dear Readers, Thank you for your feedback as you are reading the story. Your comments keep me going. I appreciate the patience of each and every one of you who is sticking by this story and enjoys reading about the sexuality and emotional growth and development of these two characters. I'm writing the story for each and every one of you....
Traci and I had our business and our social life which were both very important to us. Our sexual adventures had taken us to exciting heights. Traci had convinced me that much of our hang-ups come from conditioned responses of our early lives. It was not that we detested society and rules; it was that she believed in reality instead of pretense. Much of her...
May 7th Sara Wood lived in darkest shadowlands, and she kept to her shadows -- lived to blend in, to disappear; if caught in light of day, she simply faded away into the pale warrens of the city. Sara Wood was an expert in the fine art of disappearance, of camouflage, of falling through cracks in the few systems left to deal with girls of her sort: homeless...
I would like to stress beforehand that the events depicted in this story are purely fictional and have only occurred in the deepest and most wicked regions of my – sometimes twisted – brain. The story was written from the *perspective* of Kiefer being bi-sexual, not the *knowledge* thereof! I have absolutely no hidden knowledge of Kiefer's sexual preferences...
Author's Note: After three months of trying to find an editor or get some feedback, I'm giving up and will just post my story and see if I can get any feedback to help it out. It's my first attempt at writing a story and I know it needs work, so please be kind. Any helpful feedback is appreciated. ***** Chapter 1 With the last pass over my lips with a...
Prologue: March, 2014. Frieda slowly squeezed open one eye. Her worry wart husband had called earlier, awakened her, and try as she might she hadn't quite been able to get back to sleep. She peered lazily over at the man snoring beside her; drool, like the drip of a leaky faucet was seeping from his open mouth. She could see his fillings and the lighter br...