I had a serious problem. I wasn't getting laid and my addiction to online porn was not only starting to take over my life, it was also triggering the hell out of me, causing endless sexual frustration, and a rising sense of desperation to find someone, hell anyone, to have sex with. Now I'm no prize catch. I've always been awkward and tongue tied around wom...
A short tale of a young man caught between two lovely but implacable adversaries. All characters are, of course, at least 18 years old. Please enjoy. + Alexis walked softly in the night, navigating the narrow path as much by its feel under his unshod feet as by the faint starlight. It was, he knew, unwise for him to be abroad at this hour. Strange thi...
All characters in this story are over 18 years. ***** Late one night in early summer Roy Samson parked his Toyota Celica at the far end of Robe Street and walked to a single-fronted cottage on the opposite side of the road. He had been given this address by one of the senior partners in the solicitors' office where he worked as an articled clerk. The twen...
When Eleanor Duvall saw the strange car pull into her driveway she wasn't sure exactly who it was since the few friends she had that were still living seldom dropped in on her, and never without calling first, but when she saw the little fellow climb out from behind the wheel the mystery was solved. It was the boy that delivered groceries from the supermark...
Note to readers: This is a work of historical fiction. It contains what some may consider intense, violent or otherwise taboo subject matter. It is not an attempt to be historically accurate, nor to portray any specific culture or person from the past; but perhaps readers may find some scenes both familiar and enjoyable all the same. As always, thank you for...
It was at a time when Sheela lay between Nalini's legs, resting back on her. She felt the soft breasts against her back and let the full weight of her body rest back and slump in comfort on the motherly warm woman who had just finished loving her, ever so tenderly. "Do you mind?" asked Sheela reaching for her discarded jeans and pulling out a cigarette to l...
Chapter Thirteen – Sandro. Did she remember? Did she remember what remembering was? Time was irrelevant; there was no past, no future. Just this one moment – stretching tighter, winding up to a point of breaking, but never breaking. Her skin rippled as her spine arched. Hunger consumed her, but it wasn't for food. The gasping throats of her flesh needed...
NOTE: This chapter is focused solely on foot fetishism. * The college's cafeteria was only a short walk from the nurse's office, but to the exhausted boy it felt like hours. It was humiliating and tiring for him, as he stumbled along behind the two pretty girls. He was totally in the nude with a condom, slightly too big for him, covering his small limp pen...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are fictional and over eighteen years old. By continuing to read, the reader acknowledges voluntarily encountering depraved and offensive material. If any ideas for more, experiences, comments on the stories, or links to similarly themed material exist, kindly submit them to the author. ___________________________ Wesl...
Judoc slowly wakes in a daze from the sharp pain on the right side of his head. He notes the iron bars surrounding him and the iron manacles holding his hands behind his back as he looks around. A large sigh escapes him as he came to realize where he was, a Smacian camp, as a prisoner. The Smacians have been on quite a serious offensive for the past five ye...