(c) 2005 by Penelope Street There it was again. For the fourth consecutive week the same ad had appeared in the personals section of The Scene, a local rag dedicated to the seedier edge of society. I routinely perused the personals. Once in a while, I stumbled upon an arousing one. Most often though, I found the racy little blurbs amusing instead of excitin...
Authors Note: On my last epic tale I was criticized for posting such a long story in a single post. It was 40K words. This one is a shade under 30K, so I'll post it in three chapters. Hopefully, those who can't download it onto their computer (which is what I do for the most part) and read at their leisure can read it. Also, this is the first story I've wri...
Copyright 2004 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Stacey awoke about two hours before dawn. All the frustration of the earlier night had disappeared and she found she could finally think clearly. She turned over and gazed at the young man sleeping by her side. "Oh, Stacey," she thought, "What were you thinking of? He was so embarrassed already, why did you have to st...
This is the final chapter of this story and it should bring the story of Rick, Elle, and Amber to the end. I didn't rush it and let it tell its tale at its own speed. It is not for everyone, and that's ok – because I wrote it and I liked it. I'll admit the 1st 2 chapters are a bit clunky and don't flow as nice as I'd like, but that's ok – I felt the rust blo...
Amethyst Sunset: The world took nearly seventy-two hours for a full rotation. I sat on the beach alone watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Because of the leisurely pace I was able to observe the sunset through my mask in various spectra. It was my latest way of distracting myself from the growing negativity between the two princesses. My playtim...
I think I've said this before, but I sometimes get my inspiration from reading the stories of others and spotting a crossroad where the story could go in quite a different direction to that chosen by the author. I unashamedly stand on the shoulders of the authors who have come before me. Thanks to Nandan for their significant contribution to the concept of...
Disclaimer: All the usual, all the people portrayed herein are at least 18 years of age at the time of portrayed sexual congress, blah blah blah bling bling blah. If you're looking for something younger, you're using the wrong interwebz. Scram. Chapter 2- It's All Fun And Board Games... "Yes, I'll happily attend," I said, nodding as I spoke on my cellphone...
Dear Reader, This is chapter 2 of "Reality Need Not Apply". Please take the time to read chapter 1 to better enjoy this story. As I previously mentioned, this story is a collection of fantasies that I can't easily (or at all) participate in in real life. While this story may better fit in the Group Sex category, I kept it in the Exhibition and Voyeurism...
Intro... A good deal of the ideas that come to me, the people and places to write about are based in some form of fact to begin with, or they tend to start out that way before the imagination takes over and writes the rest for me... This tale is not much different... Honestly I'm just a bad two-finger typist who spends more time trying to find and fix mist...
Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clot...