This story is fictitious and no characters in the story are based on any real person, living or deceased. The activities described in this story are neither condoned nor recommended by the author. While this is a standalone story, readers are advised to read Chapters 01 through 04 before reading this so they gain an understanding of Ellie-Mae's history. Sc...
Evening had fallen over Breastford. Coach Dick noticed that there weren't any cars in the parking lot as he made his way into the school. He took the gym entrance, and made sure to leave the door unlocked. As he made his way across the gym to his office he contemplated how things would play out in the near future. There was still much he needed to ascertain,...
Author's Note: I collaborated with a reader with this story. She relayed real-life encounters with me along with her own fantasies. I worked those into the standard cast of characters I reuse. You'll find some incestuous themes here as well, but it is mostly interracial. Here are her own words: "This story is a mixture of reality and fantasy. The reality of...
"I was at prayer when the Divine came unto me. I felt him press against my britch and I cried out, 'O Lord, I am thine.' Then I felt a spear of flame penetrate my depths and I cried out again, 'Oh God I surrender unto you, take me and use me all my days.' I lay, yielding myself, body, soul and spirit unto Him as flares of coloured fire consumed my being and...
Set in New Zealand with NZ spellings and idioms. * CHAPTER 1 Roman Gulliver called himself a businessman. Some women with a penchant for straying knew him as an adulterer. His former wife who'd vowed never to say his name again described her 'ex' as a mean bastard who'd made her account for every dollar she spent. Cynthia his mother acted as if the sun sh...
This is the continuing story of my time as an escort, following on from Holly's First Night Ch.04 I met a real Michael the next day, Monday. He was nothing like the Michael of my dream; this Michael, the Reverend Michael, was a TV evangelist. He was a tall, handsome man, somewhere in his mid fifties I guessed. He reminded me in some ways of how I would like...
Neil found himself struggling to sleep. He was tossing and turning, unable to find a position where he felt comfortable. It mostly had to do with him being in the middle of the king-sized mattress. It felt odd not to have the edge to his right even though he was rarely near it when he slept. It was like being a land-locked country with no coastline to speak...
Authors note: I am greatly indebted to Juicy Starchild for editing this story. I am also indebted to cueball961 and a number of anonymous commenters for inspiring this story. * Julie moved one dick from her mouth, pulling another round to take its place. The guy who had been fucking her face now moved around to displace the guy pounding her arse. The guy...
I’d never seen the Officer’s Club as crowded as it was that Saturday night, the second night of the big air show. Numerous flight crews from ten or so allied countries, as well as several dozen flight crews from our own Air Force swarmed around the facility swapping lies and bawdy tales. Scores of officers were in the club, knocking back the booze and flirt...
(Will Candy make a good cuck?) Davie was standing at Carol's front door dressed in a pair of copper brown wide-wale corduroy dress trousers, and a beige polo shirt. Oddly enough, he felt more nervous than he did the night before when he was in full drag, and he attributed it to the ex-factor. Last night Davie as "Debbie" was there to meet Robbie as "Candy"...