I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, there was no sight of Maria Rosa. I padded off down the hallway in search of her, leaving my wife lying alongside Jordi in the big bed. I found Maria Rosa in the kitchen, making coffee. I came up behind her and put my arms around her hourglass waist, catching her magnificent brea...
I'd like to make a quick note here. If you want to sleep soundly and have normal dreams, don't get involved in the supernatural. Seriously those fuckers take a sleeping mind to be a sign that you are open and willingly asking for business. They don't make you tired physically, but it can leave you frustrated and mentally strung out if you had a bad day and w...
Here's the second installment of the story based on The Hun's comic "Gohr". All the characters are at least 18 years old. Enjoy! Y Testing the Merchandise – Gar's Second Day as Slavemeat Once again the harsh light of day stung Gar's eyes. Once more, he found himself, bound and horny, led by his cock to a podium where he would be ogled by the auction-goi...
This story is a sequel to my previous "Education of a City Boy" which found 18 year old Bob watching Rebecca being tortured in many ways by her father. That story was posted in the Incest category. I don't think it is necessary to read the other story first to enjoy this one, although you are certainly encouraged to do so. Please keep in mind the category t...
Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. You do not have to read any other chapters to understand this one. All characters over are 18 or over when sex is involved. If ".." appears before or after a phrase, sentence, or word, it refers to a conversational reaction. What that reaction is is entirely...
Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke Creole and French. Her English suffered a heavy Cajun accent barely understan...
Chapter Ninety-Five: Royal Bastard It was a night to remember; we made love and slept, snuggled and laughed – and made love some more. We fed each other breakfast in bed, thoughtfully ordered by Leliana, and then slept again, waking well into the afternoon. Alistair gave me a wedding gift in bed; it was a small leather tube like the one he carried his dr...
"I'll let you know soon," Tom said as diplomatically as he could while he zipped up his pants, anxious to get out the door without committing to anything. The middle-aged hausfrau unhurriedly toweled off her hair and refastened her bra, scooping up her drooping breasts and loading them back into the massive cups. "Let me know?" she said with a frown. "You...
I have been waiting sometime now hoping to find an editor for this story. It seems like so many of the editors I try to contact do not respond or cannot get to it within a reasonable time. So, I'm going to submit the story without editing. My readers can be my editors. I would appreciate any comments on spelling, punctuation (especially the use of quotation...
Chapter 1 It was a long and tiring drive to Philadelphia. Normally, I can drive straight through from Rochester to Philly in about six hours, if the roads are clear and the weather is good. The roads weren't clear and the weather wasn't good, so it took us upwards of nine hours. Jackie and the baby slept almost the entire time, which was good in that Timmy...