Hello. I should start by introducing myself. My name is Michael, I am a five foot, seven inch, scrawny guy from a small town named Spring Arbor just outside of a much larger city named Jackson in Michigan. Well, if you can picture the class looser, the one guy with glasses and happens to be smart, but not very athletic, and throw a brown rug for hair on top...
She had been left alone in the room for quite sometime now... Just how long she had no real idea. He and his men had captured her small band of "freedom fighters" as they had been termed by the people who still spoke with a free voice. But unfortunately, these numbers were dwindling much too rapidly. She hung her head, and her long hair trailed to the floor...
Ch. I: Phantom Finds a Soulmate Ann stepped out the back door of her house to retrieve something from her car in the covered garage. She shivered a bit but it was not from the crisp December night air but rather from an uneasy feeling she had been experiencing lately. Ann had lived most of her life in the country and never had this feeling before. It was t...
It all began innocently. I was at the supermarket buying some groceries for home. Across the aisle I saw a few items toppling to the floor. A girl in her mid twenties in a short skirt bent down to pick up the fallen cans when my eyes turned and I saw her naked ass. Lots of crinkly black hair was visible growing up her hairy asshole. I was turned on by her bi...
Note: There is some hints of incest in this series so if that is not your thing, then don't read this. Also, everyone that engages in any sexual activity is of the age of 18 or older and is fully consenting. Additionally, this is my first published piece, so any and all comments, remarks, and suggestions are welcome! Enjoy! ***** Not sure why, but I've a...
It is 1823. Master James is the owner of a large plantation in Virginia. His beloved wife died in childbirth years earlier, so he spends his time fucking his slavegirls. My name is Cecily and I am one of them. He acquired me two years ago to be his personal house slave. As usual I await Master's return home for the evening. I have made sure that I am fully...
I want to thank friends Deb and Denny for reading my stories and being my editors. I also want to thank davidwatts, backwoodsman, Kennylong and Rebecca Browning for writing wonderful stories that let me know I am not alone in my interests. I no longer feel like a lonely freak. I welcome your feedback and emails. I will probably answer them with the hope of...
Chapter 8 -- "Socrates' Mistresses" Maria Elena woke up early and set up the kitchen so Cecilia could prepare breakfast. Cecilia entered the kitchen with a rather concerned look on her face, partly because Pedro was still in bed sick, and partly because correctly suspected that she had interrupted something between her housemate and Victor. As usual, the...
At this point in the evening, I was still pleasantly damp from my shower, a towel draped across my shoulders. Wandering back into the living room, I had my eyes fixed on the plain black box that sat within the cabinet. The glowing blue letters of Sony were emblazoned on the front, the red 'ready' light blinking away as it responded to it's connection to the...
Tammy was an attractive blond woman in her late twenty's. After five years of marriage to George she felt rather complacent about her life. Although she and George loved each other, after a fashion, she readily admitted to herself that there was very little real affection or sensual spark in their relationship. Tammy was the only daughter of a very rigid mo...