This is a continuation of Concord, but since I everything has been more or less re-described, you could still technically read it for "jerk off" material, since that's kinda what I wrote it for, but it'll still be a bit confusing plot-wise if you don't read the stories before this one. As always, erotica ranges drastically. Enjoy! ***** Challenge "You h...
"I don't understand. If it's an environmental protection club, why are they talking about going stag hunting in those getups?" Erika had returned, laden down with empty beer steins, to the bar running across the back of the Hofbräuhaus beer hall below the university precincts and the sprawling ridge-top castle in Heidelberg. She was near the end of her shif...
The trip home seemed like forever. The train of cargo containers holding up their pace. The closer they got to the Ganthorian craft their new recruit Roman Centurion Gaicazar marveled at the massive vessel. "That's where we live." Jack points at the ship. Antonaeus nods as Madigan floats to his left smiling at him for revealing her potential. She hoped tha...
The first memory Bethany had was of this room, the common space of the Inn she had lived in since her father sold her to the Innkeeper Jorel when she was a toddler. This was the room she slept in, ate in, and worked very hard in. Bethany knew she had some life before here, but this room was the first thing she could remember. Jorel and his wife Shelby were...
"You seem particularly distressed tonight. What's wrong?" Clive cooed with a genteel British lilt. He tossed back the long raven strands of his wig over a bared shoulder as he moved beside Gina to slip a lean muscled arm around her narrow waist. His eyes glimmered like emeralds set in gold glitter rimmed by lashes lacquered with mascara. "Nothing." Gina ja...
Disclaimer: All characters are of legal age, although one merely looks younger than he is. The grandiose French doors to David's townhouse on Oakley Street swung open, unleashing wafts of an enticingly devilish aroma brimming with debauchery and drug-induced confusion. The doorman bore no expression as he held out his hand to assist the stiletto-sporting...
My name is Tyrone Jarrod Fraser. Friends call me T.J. I'm a big black man living in Iowa. At twenty three years of age, I stand six feet two inches tall and I weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. I've always been a big guy. These days, I work as a truck driver for Samson & Dale, a Trucking Company. The pay is alright and I get to travel a lot, which is what...
Brad Nyler balanced his groceries and fumbled with the deadlock. As he stepped inside he trod on the envelope, picked it up, closed the door with his foot and proceeded to the kitchen. Notes usually meant trouble and expense. Someone's sink was dripping, their lights flickering, or their air conditioning broken down. He tossed the dreaded message on the cou...
Jade lifted her head as she heard the beloved sound of a Harley Davidson motorcycle pulling into the yard. She stood up and wiped her hands on the rag tucked in her pocket. She knew that Gary would ask her to work on it. She had a special way with Harleys. It was almost mystical. At least that’s how Gary put it. From the sound of the engine she could tell ex...
Tiffany Fallon had a strategy and it worked; she decided to be Playmate of the Year and she campaigned hard for the job. She mentioned it in every interview she did and she mentioned it every time she was with the publisher. Now here she was at the Viceroy Hotel in Santa Monica at a news conference to announce her video centerfold as 2005 Playmate of the Yea...