This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, make a comment and add me and/or this story to your favorite list. Be careful what you wish for, because you may get your wish. * "What do you want to do today?" John looked at his friends, Bob and Mike. "The Red Sox are playing Tampa Bay at Fenway today," said Bob. "Let's go watch them lose." "Nah, unles...
The story that I'm about to tell you is true, as to the basic facts. I have changed the names of the people, the town, and the motel, so that where this happened, and who the people are, will not be evident to those who know this family. The year is 1962. The yearly wage for a policeman or an insurance adjuster is five thousand, two hundred dollars a year....
The Salt Lake City anniversary trip had been over for a little over a week. The first several days home we would talk about how a certain guy on the trip had fucked her or how much the guy came inside her. We didn't think we could make a good guess about how much cum she had taken. Mainly we talked about it a lot from both my viewpoint and the way Judith...
Disclaimer: This story is the result of a thread in the Author's Hangout titled "What if they wrote Porn?" The premise being, what would erotica from the classic authors like Hemingway, Poe, Chaucer, et al. would be like. I submitted a blurb rewritten from O Henry's "The Ransom of Red Chief." I received several PM's asking (ok, demanding) that I finish the t...
Please respond both publicly and privately to this story. This slut has been ordered by Master Panther to respond to all responses and to honor any requests by Masters who are reading it. The following story is written by this slut/slave and is her view but by Master's command it is written without the use of personal pronouns since i have not earned that r...
We've been going to Branson to fish every summer for years – four couples, very good friends. All in our early thirties. The guys fish and the girls shop and we take in the shows at night – one week of total fun. We rent this place from a friend – it's really just a shack with a great big living room and kitchen and four bedrooms jutting out from the living...
The smooth liquid burned his lips and tongue. He could taste the smoky flavor of burning peat in the scotch as he swirled it in his mouth. It had a rich, earthy taste that reminded him of the sturdy stone houses and walled fields of Scotland, and never failed to infuse him with a feeling of calming warmth. This might turn into a two-scotch night, he mused, r...
(Dear readers. If you are not entertained by a story that dwells on the size of a man's cock, then this story is not for you.) Betsy Duncan started dating Chuck Gibson their senior year at Southern University of New Orleans. Her mother had sent her to the University to catch herself a bright husband, and Chuck was all of that. Chuck had a sparkling wit and...
Mark Solorzano had a defeated look on his face as he opened the rear door of his home. Lisa knew something was terrible wrong. "Honey?" "GE is leaving Vermont. I have been pinked slipped, with ninety days notice, as have everybody else." "Oh God, everybody? That means every man in our family." "You got it." Two nights later there was a family meeting. Th...
NOTE: All characters in this fictitious story are 18 years of age or older! ***** Before she became a famous Playboy centerfold, Candy Darling was just an ordinary girl - well, not quite ordinary, as she developed her triple D breasts early. She also developed a taste for the fine things in life at an early age, so she was eager to find any opportunity to...