Chapter Three A Deepening Mystery Carla woke. She was lying in Quinn's bed. Quinn was gone. She wondered how he did that? He seemed to waken before her every day. He must need far less sleep than she did. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized two things. She was surrounded by the smell of old sex and sweat. Her chains had been removed. For...
Readers, this is a fictitious story, written in the first person, based very loosely about someone I knew growing up. ***** "Happy Birthday, Larry!" was the greeting when I got home from school and work on my 19th birthday. My parents, my older sister Pam, as well as a couple of cousins and two close friends of mine since high school were there to surpris...
This is the latest installment in the story of Mary, the chubby and insecure teenager who had been deflowered by her best friend's father. Since then, Mary's horizons had been broadened considerably, and to the delight of Greg Mullin, her older lover, she had been willing to do whatever he asked. Finding out that his nearly half century old body had its li...
You never know what life is going to dish out on any given day. You make plans, you try to follow through on those plans, and the universe has a way of throwing pie in your face. Sometimes that pie is lemon, and sometimes...just sometimes mind you, it ends up being much worse or much better. Now I'm a glass half full kinda guy. It's the only way to cope with...
(Based off of The CW's show Arrow. This is not purely sex based, and is not for people who are looking for a quick read, or a very sex heavy read. It focuses on the story, although there are many sex scenes in the story. Everything in parenthesses should be in italics, but I can't figure out how to do that yet.) ("Oliver Queen is alive. The Starling City re...
Currently, I work in one of the world's oldest profession -- -- possibly the oldest. I work as a prostitute at a legal brothel in Northern Nevada. While I am one of the oldest 'girls' at this brothel, I am also one of the newest workers to provide the sexual services desired by a man. My earlier two work periods totaled five weeks. This third work period wil...
Author's Note: I was uncertain about the "label" of this Chapter. "Incest/Taboo" (which hovers on all the Stories), "Group Sex" or "Mature"? I choosed the latter one, because is prevailing, in my opinion. Enjoy and, please, let me know your comments! I'm anxious to reed them. Thanks. For some minutes John cradled the helpless Carol like a baby, enjoy...
*** This story has also been posted on another site under the pen name Hal C. Rex. Hal and Stat are the same person. *** Part. 1 -- The Poker Game "Zack's not coming," I said angrily while putting away my cell phone. Damn all women and their meddling, controlling, and manipulating ways. "His new fiancée has better things for him to do." Our once regular...
The thumping bass sound announced the approach of Miguel's car long before Damon saw it come around the corner and pull up to the side of the basketball court. Damon took one last shot, banking the ball off the backboard and through the hoop before jogging over to the high chain link fence surrounding the court where Miguel's car sat on the other side. The p...
*Author's note: I prefer writing stories that are unlikely but plausible, and this one fits the bill. Nineteen-year old men don't marry 90-year old women—ever. But (sometimes much) younger men and (sometimes much) older women (and vice versa) hook up a lot more often than people think, and occasionally even marry. I have a cousin, who when she was 19, marrie...