Before she and everyone else started calling him C, he went by Miguel. Hearing it the first time surprised everyone. His parents hailed from the Piney Woods and were pure country. How they ended up in barrio was no mystery. A coworker of his dad's took the recent immigrants under his wing and under his roof. The neighborhood was only slightly wealthier than...
I've always wanted to be the sexual plaything of others. I've wanted to be tied up, or down, and used and abused. I've wanted to be fucked in the ass, suck cock, do both at the same time, and do it while being tormented. Perverted, huh? Well what makes it even more perverted is that I appear to be a normal, white middle-aged, American guy. No, I'm not gay o...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or Scarlett Johansson or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Beyonce was stuck in her own personal hell. About a month ago her worst fear was realised and she had lost her anal virginity to another woman, and just li...
*Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing and contributing some snippets of this story, and PASTMASTER for his beta reading. *All sex described in this story will be between adults, 18 or over. *There is no sex in this Chapter. ****** Chapter 7 - Recovery. I woke up to an incessant beep, beep, beep. My vision blurry and my head throbbing. I went to grab my h...
"Honey?" Gina Clark shouted up the stairs to her husband. "Yeah?" Greg responded from his comfortable position lying on their bed half-watching the Thursday night football season opener. They had just gotten the kids down a little while ago and he was looking forward to a slow NFL Network-induced slide towards sleep. She waited to respond until she was sta...
"Ouch!" Tom winches. "Okay, did I really feel that, or did I just imagine it?" That whole thing about pinching yourself to see if you are dreaming? Well that just doesn't seem reliable. He damn sure felt that pinch. But still, what he sees in front of him can't be real. This must be a dream, or possibly some kind of hallucination. It has to be one of the two...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and fantasy. It is not intended to represent any existing situation or person. You shouldn't be reading this if you're under 18. Introduction: This is the fourth and last installment of a story about a loving couple and how they filled their individual sexual needs. I woke the next morning and saw her sleeping be...
It all started out innocently enough. We were talking about out-of-the-box sexual preferences, the kind of conversation you would have with really close friends, or your wife. My wife confided that she had begun to enjoy what was turning out to be a bit of a morning routine for us. For the past week or so I had been waking up with a hard-on. I am in my fifti...
On the occasional Sunday mornings in which I decide to run errands or go out, I notice a number of women who are dressed in their best clothes, usually going to or from church. I would find a significant number of such women attractive, but I would be hesitant to approach them, figuring such women would not be open to an erotic liaison. Despite the stereotyp...
The warmth of September's sun was bathing over the lawn and buildings of the beautiful campus. School was back in session and the campus was busier than usual with everyone moving back in. Tom was excited to be back in school. He had worked all summer as a lifeguard where he met his girlfriend. Sarah was a beautiful girl, she stood at 5'5, had long, straight...