Suddenly a high-pitched squeal reached our ears. "Let me through you damn fools!" It was Janet Walsh, dressed in a very short black skirt that showed almost too much of her astoundingly beautiful long legs. She was carrying a dish of ice cream in one of her hands as she forced her way through the growing number of spectators. She was so flustered by the t...
This is a work of fiction. It's a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It's advisable to start with part 1. *** The day passed quickly and thankfully I was so busy I didn't have much time to ponder the meaning of the previous night's dreams. As I cycled home at around 6 o'cloc...
This is for the 2012 Halloween contest so please be sure to vote. This is a long one (no pun intended) but it's well worth the read. Enjoy. * "I swear man, I'm all out of creativity," I said taking another swig of beer. Rick shook his head and laughed. He opened his refrigerator and fetched two more bottles just as I was finishing my beer and tossed the...
This is a work of fiction. It's a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It's advisable to start with part 1. *** Life returned to normal after our friends returned to the UK. Sylvie resumed her studies and I went back to work at IPX. Chris and Jackie's departure left a hole in...
Sylvie leaned against the red brick wall, taking in Claude while he took in Le Tigre and the crowd milling around outside the front door. She could tell one thing; he had never been to a place like this before. She watched him squirm in his expensive charcoal suit as a couple with a leash between them passed by, but she could tell one other thing; he wasn't...
Sylvie was on top. She watched her husband seductively, his cock buried deep inside her and she squeezed and teased him. His muscular body had enough power to take complete control; to buck and fuck her hard if he wanted to, but he restrained himself, allowing her to give him pleasure. She through her head back, her long blond hair flowing over her shoulder...
Mrs. Compton & Nicki I made use of Warren's computer after leaving Noreen's room. It wasn't difficult to find some things out about Bruce Compton, the S&M bastard who got off abusing young girls like Noreen. I even found several pictures of Brucie and his lovely wife, Sylvie, including one with her in a bikini by what may have been their pool. I called Wa...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, containing accounts of his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 y...
There were six of us at one of the wedding reception tables. I was the only male for some unexplained reason. We had been into the champagne for almost two hours, but no one was drunk. Just feeling very good. Something made me blurt out one of my fraternity lines, "Anyone here need help getting laid tonight?" I'd tried this before at campus bashes and it w...
Paris: 1548 All things considered, Sylvie felt herself extremely fortunate. Not many women who earned their livelihood in a Paris brothel could say this, but Madam Diane ran an uncommon establishment, and considering the alternatives, Sylvie was grateful to have secured a place with her. Many Paris brothels catered to unusual tastes, but Sylvie knew, from m...