CHAPTER I: Stages Holliston, NC July 22nd, 1912, 10:15pm. With little more than the hazy moon to light his way, Charlie parted ways with Enos and Tom, his friends from the cannery and followed his own street home. The chilly night air was unusually still; Charlie couldn't hear any crickets chirping, only the dull, regular beating of his own boots upon the...
My name is Francesca Karin Aadland Romanetti and I am the leader of the people of the "Good Kingdom," the mountain valley paradise that is known to the native Tibetans as Swarga Loka, which is its Sanskrit name. My family of sisters and I live on the highest mountain in Tibet, called the Shishma Pangma, where the colossal Himalayan Mountains form a border be...
A subtle wooden tap resounded throughout the small bedroom. It was late afternoon. The bed was unkempt, clothes of the day in a small heap at its foot. Jessica sat in her undergarments at her desk, thinking. Tap tap tap The pencil kept softly striking wood of the Ikea-bought desktop. Jessica was plotting. Her black hair cascaded carelessly behind her...
Part 10: Go All the Way At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has ince...
61. Moving Forward The Gulfstream jet rolled slowly down the runway, towards the hangar, that was its home. The women on board were tired and talked out. They had seen so many beautiful gowns, on their two-day shopping trip; they could not understand why it was not successful. However, for one reason or another, neither future bride had come away with a gow...
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This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2016 by Yshomatsu All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions the...
All characters are over 18 years of age. This story has a little of everything: anal, lesbian, voyeur, first time, incest and non-consent. It is longer than the average tale. Please allow me a little time to set it up. It also has many characters. To help you remember who is with who, I have grouped the six related families. If their first name starts wit...
Jane, my beautiful wife, and I were in my VW camping van heading west towards Denver, Colorado, on our way to pick up our friend Sue. We were on a two week break between the end of summer session at our University in Chicago and the beginning of the fall term, where Jane and I would be beginning our third year. I had enjoyed the classes I took over the summe...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up...