(Author's note: This first installment is weighted more toward humor than erotica -- if you're looking for hardcore fucking right away, check out some of my other stories instead.) Chapter 1. Marcus' Personal Ad Mountain Man seeks SWF who can run a chain saw. Include picture of chain saw. Ad #7689. *** Hi, I'm Marcus. I'm a 29 y.o. SWM, 6'2", 195#. I lik...
~~Julias~~ "Tonight, you're going to communicate with a rat." "Delightful." Julias smirked down at his childe, and gave him a pat on the head, the sort he knew would infuriate his friend. "Don't like rats?" "I think rats raised by humans are awesome creatures. Rats who grew up in a sewer? Not so much." The two of them stepped out of the car, and Julias...
It's damned hard to right a really short story. This tops out at over 2,200 words; I was trying to come in at the minimum and failed. I had also planned to make it just dialogue, but felt the need to tie up the loose ends at the end. Anal sex is predominant with a little twist and turn at the end. It's a little tongue in cheek as well as tongue in other plac...
(I found this moving account of my great, great uncle David's struggle to learn a foreign language and the methods they used to teach French to those who were ungifted linguistically. His words are taken verbatim from a secret diary he kept when he was 19 years old). * In 1885, when I was 19, my parents told me that I needed to pass the Civil Service exam...
This is a continuation of Chapter 6. If this is your first time reading about the Quad's, I would recommend to go back and read Chapter 6 first. If you want to know about everything that has happened, go back to the first chapter. Enjoy. **** Later that afternoon, Jack, Shane and I were the first ones up. We sat in the breakfast nook, drank glasses of oran...
My story starts 10 years ago when I was still in high school. I came back from Christmas break and there was this beautiful girl in my class. She looked like an angel. Her brown hair and blue eyes and that smile drew me to her like a bug to a light. We began talking and became great friends over the next year and a half, till our graduation. I wasn't the coo...
"You wananother drink while I'm up?" Karen asked. She was wearing a transparent red nightie with faux feather trim. Her red thong was partially riding up between her legs forcing her to adjust it as she walked. Red was a good color for the tan fleshed woman. Even though she was in her own house and it made more sense to be barefoot she was wearing a pair of...
It might have been the Boone's Farm... that loosened my tongue that afternoon, but whatever the reason, those were the first words I said to the young woman who was working at the concession stand at the local ball park, which was hosting an concert for the first time. Along with my friends, we had shared a couple of bottles of the cheap wine in the woods...
I come from Old Money. In fact, my great-great-great-grandmother was Elizabeth Lowell, the sister of astronomer Percival Lowell. Yes, that means that in the day, we were the Lowells who spoke only to Cabots, who in turn spoke only to God. I was my parents' fifth-born, and youngest, child. And I was always shy and socially awkward. As a result, my parents d...
Emily stopped at her bureau in the sleeping L off her living space while en route to the kitchenette to warm Margaret's tea. She couldn't help herself. She had to open the top drawer just enough to be able to pull out the old worn coin purse and check inside one more time. With the check her nephew, Jonathan, had sent her for Christmas she just might have en...