PRELUDE I couldn't help myself. Ever since the day I was assaulted on the Metro I was drawn back to the scene of the crime. I wasn't harmed or abused but I had been fucked royally by eight young men, students at the same university where I taught. The young men seemed to be tireless and incredibly virile as I was covered in cum from head to toe. As they eja...
This farcical story is totally fictitious—no resemblance is intended to any persons dead or alive, or any organizations for that matter. The situation regarding the Parthenon Marbles is real, however. I have profound respect for the many individuals working to achieve an agreement on the future of these truly great works of art. Hopefully, someday, the Marb...
I met Anita Frank at Modeling Class, an idea borrowed from the world of painting. Basically, like in the visual arts, students study a model but rather than draw, they write about what they see and then share their work for critical evaluation with others in the class. Anita's badly pockmarked face was crimson red as she mumbled the words from her notebook:...
Bethany lay on my left, Naomi on my right; both were dozing, nude, but I lay mostly awake. It wasn't any one thing that kept me up - I just didn't really sleep well at all in those years; even after the awkward and intense threesome we'd just had while crammed in this tight little spot. My thoughts went to my children not there with me - both those still in...
Chapter 11 There were times when Luciana was thankful for having an assistant. Pam, her assistant of three years, was an older, short-haired woman, who handled everything from phone calls to emails to appointments. After Cleo's passing, she asked her to take a break from work to be able to recover. But now that Luciana was back at work, she realized how muc...
One: Approaching Jamaica After a week at sea the pirate ship Fortune Hunter drew near Port Royal on the island of Jamaica. The crew scrambled up the rigging to secure the sails and moved about the deck preparing to drop anchor, while below the women who constituted the precious cargo were being prepared for the slave market. Therese du Maurier tried to reme...
By way of introduction: Like "Marsha and Gary", though still a loving wives tale, this does not follow the traditional 'Loving Wives' formula so stop now if that's your interest. Also for the skimmers and 'nonreaders' don't waste your time, go someplace else. And also, the opening for this story has the same setting as another story I wrote that I pulle...
I was on the water's edge. It went for miles in either direction. The blue was so deep that it was nearly unnatural. It seemed cold, uninviting, It filled my entire being with dread, fear and an emotion I couldn't recognize. I couldn't pull my eyes from it. Was I looking for something? Was I running from something? How did I even get here? I saw movement co...
On the last week of March, 2004, while vacationing in Paris, I had by chance spent most of a rainy afternoon in my late aunt's attic. I was there to help in settling her estate and while perusing a series of bound letters found in a musty trunk, I came across . . . well read on and see for yourself. P. Fogg ~ A Memoir ~ As I read this document I came to...
Part 22: Hot for Teacher At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has ince...