Let me start by saying we are not swingers, we do not have an open marriage. I guess the next question would be, just how did Veronica end up in bed with us last weekend. To be sure, there was a lot of alcohol involved and then some outside forces just came together at the right time. As I think with most married couples, we have used role-play to some degre...
Music wafted through the warm spring air like ribbons of sound, reaching my ears in jumps and starts as I went to answer the phone. "...Don't open 'till doomsday, destruction's not far away..." It was the Misfits, playing through my crappy two dollar speakers at the other end of the house. When I reached the phone it had already rung six times. I was really...
In the three weeks since my girlfriend Jess had first tried Leonard's black monster cock, she had been with him twice more. Each time had gone much like the first. In his 70's, Leonard had simply played Jess like a finely tuned instrument, out-fucking anyone she had ever been with, or so she said. Unlike her first encounter, I had not been present for the fo...
Part 1 I know most guys enjoy lesbian porn. I get it. It's hot! But I always wondered why so many women were into watching guy-on-guy porn. That is, until recently, when I stumbled across a "homo erotic" picture and video gallery on line. What caught my attention was that it was meant to be erotica for women. So I got curious and decided to take a peek. Th...
Once upon a time, in a castle on a mountain surrounded by forests there lived a beautiful young girl called Princess Lilla who everyone fell in love with until they met her and realised what a spoiled, vicious tongued, vindictive, vile little madam she really was. Her father loved her and would do anything for her because she was completely impossible if he...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Comments and feedback welcome. * * * * * The morning sunlight was streaming through the windows at Castleton. Helpers were busy knocking at the Novices doors, awakening them to the day's activities...
Thank you for selecting this little story. I trust you find it pleasant and not too gory. Happy I if it draws a hand Down to cock or cunny, Or, gentle Reader, were it deemed to be Dead Funny. * The events which so greatly affected the course of my existence occurred not long after I had attained my nineteenth year. My father, Sir Thomas Martham, was the g...
1998: Solace moaned so loudly that she woke herself up. Her heart was beating as if she had just completed the New York City Marathon. To her delight, she was still experiencing remnants of the intense orgasm that had been induced by the passionate love-making she and Rosanna Romero had shared. She basked in the euphoric feeling of the contractions of her va...
Clarissa turned around and came face to face with the voice. Sure enough, it was street car girl. She stood with one hand on her hip looking quite hot and unimpressed at the same time. She was beautiful upclose she thought. Her shirt was buttoned up to the level when Clarissa first saw her but she still looked good. Her shirt and hair moved along with the br...
It was a non-descript ordinary beige trenchcoat with green plaid flannel lining. My father had left it behind when he moved out, and my mother had given it to me, thinking it might ease my pain to have something of his around. I always thought of it as an odd symbol of abandonment, of unfulfilled dreams of what a father should be in a daughter's eyes. It hu...