Author's Note: I wrote this back in 2015 as a request. It is a monster (for me) at 20,000 words long and was my first (and last) attempt at writing male on male erotica. I apologize in advance if it gets repetitive or ridiculous, whenever I thought this piece finished, my requester would request another scene. This contains bisexual content and ungodly amoun...
The following story is a fantasy focusing strongly on themes of inadequacy, humiliation, and cuckoldry. All the characters that appear in this story are 18 or older. ##### Johnny Clay: the unlucky hero of this story. Average American boy in every way. Erica Flowers: Johnny's girlfriend. Short red hair, nice tits, and a BIG ass. Popular girl, cheerleader,...
Fan-fic by Payenbrant and maxd01 Authors note: I have always enjoyed MaxD01's writing. He has an unusual mix of humor, analytical facts, and a penchant for violence/tenderness in equal measure. He has been derided by some and praised by others, and to add to the mix he made an interesting world that I have often wondered what it would be like to play in. Ma...
Chapter 10 Dinner for Two It was some time before either of us had the energy to even speak, let alone move, each content to lie in each other's arms as our bodies slowly recovered from the totally shattering experience we had shared. Hanna made the first move, slipping from my arms and sitting up then bending to kiss me lightly. 'Would you like to stay o...
Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. April 13, 2007 More of the Paris thing... Charlie and me stayed in her luxurious apartment for almost a week after the show, basically fucking each other's brains out. And as the days went by, she seemed to get more and more comfortable being, well, herself I guess you'd have to say. She'd pa...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
THOSE DAYS OF SURPRISES Chapter 56 Barbara's Bed I was so preoccupied with the procession of memories that talking to Barbara had stirred up that at first I really didn't notice the time passing. Sheila, I supposed I'd have to call her my first love - the things we'd done to and for each other during those early weeks, Greta and the tiff her blatant come...
The wind roars through the barren trees, the cold as sharp as an executioner's ax. Though she cannot feel her fingers, Mother clutches her threadbare cloak tighter to her boney body. Sinking lower to the horse below her, she tries to leech warmth from the poor beast as his ice matted legs break through the thick fallen snow. Neither of them has much strength...
Chapter 1 The slightly erotic sound of popping corks from bottles of sparkling wine opened by inexperienced bar staff, was more or less ignored by the crowd, with one notable exception. The disrespectful attack on the wine-makers' craft made Paddy Llewellyn wince. He was aware that while New Zealand methode traditionnelle could not carry the exotic name...
Melancholy Jeannie was a fine, young thing strutting her long smooth legs in a tiny, tight jeans cutoff. That bright red painted mouth of hers pouted upset. Behind the deeply black makeup of her eyes was deep despair. Her black high heels tick-tocked on the wooden porch. Caged like a pretty bird, the expanse of muddy fields and partially plowed over wheat st...