*Authors Note: This story is intended to be read as a series of handwritten journal entries. If you are upset by entries that are only a page long, this story probably isn't for you. But if you can deal with shorter entries, please enjoy.* September 17 I have to say that the past few nights have been wonderful. I don't know what it is about this trip,...
She groaned audibly and rolled over. On her night stand sat the pastel blue phone that had woken her up from her deep slumber, ringing loudly. The orange glow of dawn peeped in through the window at her as she buried her head in her pillows and rolled over. The noise wouldn't be blocked out as the phone continued to ring. She'd bought it because it looked...
It was a sultry July afternoon, with the thermometer in the 90s and the humidity chasing it. The sky was blue over the multiplex parking lot, and the teenagers ran through the heat to get to the theater entryway and temperature rationality again. Shelley walked behind them quickly, wearing her mirror sunglasses, yellow halter top, short blue skirt and sandal...
Mirella sat at her table, waiting for dinner to be cleared. She wiped delicately at her mouth, the way a lady aught after a meal. Mirella looked haughtily at her servers, busy removing dishes and cleaning the table. It was a hard job being lady and heir to a castle and lordship. She had tired of it long ago, wishing to play at war with her friends in the vil...
Sir Taylor and Sir Chris wandered through the forest, lost and tired. They weren't sure how long they had been in the forest, the canopy was so thick, they couldn't see the sky. They were on an adventure, they had to go slay the dragon, the only problem was finding this dragon. About to abandon all hope, Sir Taylor and Sir Chris found a clearing with a gia...
Chapter 03 - Uncle Billy's Girl The truck ground to a halt and Robert opened my door. "Hey Pa," he yelled. "Come meet my new girl." The old man left his chickens and headed toward the truck. "Well Robert." "She is one good looking girl." The old man's eyes roamed my body from head to toe as he held his hand out. "Names Uncle Billy." "Nice to meet yo...
Madness, it's something else, ladies and gentlemen. Do people who are stark raving mad know they're mad? Now that's a good question, from someone who's on the edge of madness. I have made many mistakes, and sometimes I wonder if it's too late for redemption. I choose to believe it's not too late. I hope I'm right. The alternative is unthinkable... Oh, um, b...
Rebecca unlocked the arched oak entry door to her two story Tudor home and swung it wide into a classically furnished foyer. The narrow entry hall was made grander by the gleaming mahogany flooring and creamy white walls. A thin table stretched along one wall, designed to contain the various daily accessories and accented with a gold rimmed mirror. She set h...
He gently rubs His hand over His cock, swollen and aching. He sees her laying still her hands bound, unable to touch herself or Him. He knows she craves to touch Him, taste Him, as he does to touch and taste her. He stands now, his hands sliding the jeans He wears down over His hips. He steps out of them and is left with the bulge of His erection evident und...
***My first attempt at writing, not trying to be a novelist. Just a person wanting to share his/her (LOL) erotic writings. Feedback would be appreciated.*** As the cab rolled away, I turned and stared at the entrance to the club, noticing the bright neon sign "Mystical Misty's" above it. An overwhelming of mixed feelings filled my mind "Was I ready for th...