The beginning of the following story is true, and then it turns into a fantasy about how things should've turned out if I had tried just a little harder. After the fantasy is over, the truth will be revealed. --------------------------------- When I was nineteen I lived in a four room apartment with my girlfriend Stephanie, her best friend Courtney, and tw...
All subjects are 18 or over in sexual scenes. Please state if I should continue this series. Being a super villain has its own perks I suppose. What makes a villain? I believe it's the same thing, or circumstances, that makes a hero it's our choices that makes the difference. Yes, the heroes spout truth, justice, and righteousness; but really, I believ...
She had been extensively modified over the past couple of years, specifically for sex. Her appearance had been enhanced and altered for the specific purpose of stimulating men to respond instantly to her: she had essentially been redesigned to make all men want to fuck her. She had also been changed in ways that made her different to fuck. The entire effect...
The girl was bound face down on the table. Her hands were cuffed to the legs and her ankles were tied wide apart with nylon cord. The Man stood over her, a large candle in hand, watching the pool of wax building up in the recess on top then slowly dripping the wax down her back ... her body arched at the heat, but the moan that came from her mouth was anythi...
This story picks up in the instant after I fucked my best friend's wife in their kitchen... *** Todd. Damn. I had forgotten about him. My best friend. Passed out drunk a few feet from where I just fucked his wife. My afterglow was immediately replaced by guilt. I pulled out of Julie and stepped back. My softening cock fell out of her pussy. A mixture of...
PART 6 "Acceptance" "Xander!" yelled Eric. "Wad? Wad did I biss?" I said, sitting bolt upright. This was obviously a mistake. As soon as I sat up, my nose started gushing blood at an alarming rate. "Oly shid! Wad appened do be?" I asked, frantically. "I think you broke your nose." said Eric. "I know id's bwoken you dubby! But ow did I bweak it?" I sp...
Gayle didn't live a sheltered life, but a modest one. She was a good girl all through High School, and even stayed a virgin in college with her first boyfriend at 18. That doesn't mean she didn't do things to please her guy. She adored the feel of his hardening cock in her hand, and would open her legs wide for his exploring fingers. They diddled each other...
There was a knock at the door. Tim Atwater tossed the final dish into the machine and went over to peer through the peephole. The face on the other side was that of Wanda Greene, one of the four dykes that lived across the hall. The four he had partied with last weekend when he had found their door invitingly open, the music pouring out into the hall. He o...
Chapter Four The Next Valentine's Day "I'm ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille," said Monica haughtily leaning against the balustrade looking nothing like Gloria Swanson for whom she supposedly emulated. For one she was too tall and lithe, not the petite silent movie star. Secondly she was way too young. And, perhaps most importantly, she dressed in a sheer...
Paraphilia Jones stared in massive approval at what to all appearances was an enormous reticulated python growing in the crotch of the passenger seated across from her in the morning express train. She could feel her own wetness as her juices spilled over the plastic seat. She ground her crotch against the rock-like wonders of modern polymer science. She lo...