Cypher was the name on everyone's lips. The lyricist that knew his way around a mic. From the underground to the mainstream in under two years; his voice, lyrics and persona took the world by storm. He stuck to the classic looks of 90's rappers with oversized hoodies and sweats, baggy jeans, gold chains and whatever new sneakers were popular. Meanwhile, his...
She had smiled throughout the walk. Her clients were both kind women, well-versed in the arts of lovemaking, and nearly overly attractive to the elf. They'd shared many flirtations, grins, and a grope here and there throughout their journey from the Wyrm's Hide to the Dreaming Dragon. If she were to be honest to herself, Miria would have felt an almost siste...
The following story is our entry for the 2014 Halloween Contest. My wife and I created the plot together and veered it into two distinct sexual encounters, which we wrote separately. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read, rate, comment! Incident on a Mountain Road "Slow down, Heath, it's just a Halloween party. It's not worth dying over," Megan...
Chris' mother had known Jennifer since long before he was born. The story was they'd been assigned together as roommates their first semester as college freshmen. Instead of it being the typically awkward forced friendship that lasts barely half a semester before both roommates start getting on each others nerves, Jennifer and Chris' mother, Courtney, found...
Copyright © 2004. All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. - - -- - - - - Writer’s Note: This piece is a sequel to the previous story of Sam and the Powell women entitled “It’s A Family Tradition.” If you haven’t already read that one, I recommend that...
This is a sequel to "Scott Chadwick, Summer Associate: Chapter 1" Sunday July 2nd Scott got up early. He normally watched all the Sunday morning talk shows, but this being a holiday weekend, he knew nothing of importance would be covered. As he made coffee he looked at the living room, proof that yesterday was more than a bad dream. There were still half a...
Before reading this little adventure, I would ask you to please read the earlier parts of The Weekend story. Originally intended as a stand-alone story the first part has been changed slightly at the suggestion of several readers in order to extend and complete the tale of our heroine. An absolute figment of my imagination, there may not be enough sexual s...
I hate flying. Not because I'm fearful of a crash, but because I suffer every time with the annoying popping in my ears from the rapid changes in pressure and I'm trapped inside the cabin with a mixed bag of humanity. Fortunately, most of that bag was seated behind me in coach as I enjoyed the benefits of being able to afford first class accommodations. Th...
Many years ago, I was part of an advance team coming back from Iraq well ahead of the main body. After touching down and given a "Welcome Home" celebration we were given a forty-eight hour pass and those that had family already there went with them but that left a large amount that did not behind and stuck in the barracks for the weekend. At the time I was...
"Wow that must have been one of the worst nights out ever," groaned Jack as he stepped back through the front door of his house. "I know I can't believe that no club would let us in," replied his girlfriend Lauren as she followed him through to the living room and took a seat next to him on the couch. "Next time we'll have to make better plans to make a rea...