My name is Alan. It was my senior year in high school and I was already 19 because I got held back a year when I was a kid. I was a typical high schooler, I played sports (tennis and swimming), I had great times with my friends, and, of course, I couldn't keep my eyes off the girls. Unfortunately, nature wasn't that kind to me: after my last growth spurt, I...
There were hushed whispers. The sounds of a cracking fire in the distance. The soft whine of a dog. Where was the pain? She'd expected the pain. But there was only weightlessness. Sweet weightlessness. Was this death? There were no bright lights, no golden gates protecting castles made of thick, fluffy clouds. There was only the endless dark void she floated...
Part 29: Step-Sons and Sisters and Incest, Oh my! This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. This conversation includes elements of wife swapping/sharing, incest, and group sex. If you don't...
Ever since my Dad got remarried I have considered myself a lucky man. I am now 21 years old and my two younger stepsisters are 18 and 19 respectively, and by all objective measurements are absolute foxes. Anyway, last Christmas I was home from my senior year of college and because of being snowed in for two weeks, I was already completely bored out of my min...
"Yes my sweet little angel, you and your lover have been sold." "What? Oh my god this can't be happening to me. You are lying lady. Tell me that you are lying." Selena did nothing but smirk at Carmen. "Well if it makes you feel any better, I can tell you this is all in that pretty little head of yours, but it's not, you have been sold to be our servant or...
Hana is a curvy high school girl, in her final year. She has long brown hair that she ties into a high ponytail, and pale skin gently dotted with lightly coloured freckles. She has the kind of complexion that makes her blush easily, and always has a natural pink glow to her cheeks. Her eyes are a deep green, and she has plump pink lips. She’s the type of gir...
I didn't have a cell phone in the nineties. Even if I did, text messaging wasn't a thing. I had an email account through my university, but plenty of people still weren't using email. And even if they were you didn't always know their account. So I had no way of communicating with Angela. I certainly couldn't call her home phone. She was my aunt's step d...
Notes from dawan: Sara is not her real name but she is loosely based on a real person (like many of my characters). This is why I have the subtitle of 'my dream girl'. This is all fiction. Anything that resembles reality is a coincidence and pisses me off because if my stories were real I would live them and not have to write this stuff. One of my difficulti...
Grazia allowed Leywis to take her back to the castle. When they managed to get inside without being cornered, she thought she was safe. "Hello, Daughter." She froze and clutched Leywis' hand in a tight grip. "Mother, good afternoon. I was just on my way to finish my lessons." "Indeed? Pray tell, then, why your tutors came to me over two hours ago to inf...
Hi, This story can be read as a standalone, although it follows on from the story "Damien and Psychi". For those who have read the "prequel", the events here will complete that story. I plan to finish "Enemy of the Gods" in 3 installments. There are no explicit sexual scenes in this installment, although there will be tension and plenty of setting the stage...