Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell. ***** Sansa was livid. It felt as if she'd only been back in Winterfell for a short time. After all she'd been through, the years she'd spent trap...
As mentioned in the previous chapter, this story is now taking a darker turn; more of the sex is on the non-consensual side, and it starts to verge on Erotic Horror in places. However, because of the central theme I'm still classifying it as "NonHuman". If you want to know other specific elements of the story, please review the tags. This chapter in partic...
Down the street from the Najjars, John Matthews awkwardly made his way home. His erection made it hard to walk any faster and even walking was hard to do properly. His penis leaked precum as he pictured his wife Tiffany in the arms of a big black man, just the way he had just seen Jamilah. Across the road, ahead of John, a stunningly beautiful woman in her...
I have not written an interracial romance in a long time, so I decided to write one. This story is a short one. I'm sure it could have been longer, but I decided not to draw out the tale. I hope you enjoy it and share your thoughts with me. All of the characters I the story are above the age of consent. Just a heads up, this story is self-edited, but pleas...
I have decided to rewrite this story because of several comments from my readers. I must admit that I did rush through it on my first effort. On rereading after it was posted I realized that I made several errors and skipped over a lot of details that should have been included. This time I will also add my apologies to the ghost of my favorite poet, Shel Sil...
In our twenty second year of marriage my wife began a sexual relationship with an old boyfriend named Leonard Foyle. They'd kept in touch over the years, ran into each other every few months at various union functions. I'd met him myself, once or twice, always cordially. The last time, as I recall, on one of our infrequent trips to the big city, he'd brought...
The dark night sky lights up once, twice and then a third time. There's no sound, just a bright light that extends from the sky down to the ground. The lights that can be seen are not lightning, they are actually a rift between dimensions. They form and close so quickly, to most it seems as if its lighting. Within moments three flying vehicles ascend into th...
BAREBOATERS A Jim and Mary Story CHAPTER ONE Over Christmas Mary and Jim had discussed their plans for a bareboat charter with Isobel. She was enthusiastic and was going to bring a friend, but the friend never materialized. So in the end just the three of them went down to St. Vincent for the eight-day sailing trip. They had a fine sail down from Carri...
The next morning I was awakened by what to me had become a strange sound: the ringing of the telephone. As I went to answer it I realized with a start to what extent Paul and I had isolated ourselves from the world around us. We had, in effect, completely cut ourselves off from friends and social life, at first out of happiness with the self-sustaining conte...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...