If you are one of those pathetic sick assholes who thinks it's erotic to share your wife, you don't want to read this. My name is Hank Donaldson. I'm sex feet tall and I'm thirty seven years old. I have a degree in engineering, however I decided a long time ago that I wanted to own a motorcycle repair and customizing business, so that's what I did. I'm not...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an Editor; and no, I do not want an Editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, it jumps around too much, it's in the wrong category, it's too long, it's too short, it's stupid shit, and I suck. Also, there is non-conse...
Sarah was diligently working one of the slot machines when Richard entered the Casa Blanca Resort Casino and Hotel. He'd spotted her at one of the rows of slots near the registration desk and watched her as he registered and was issued his room keys and paid the clerk. A nicely designed sign pointed to the elevators and restaurants. "What are the eating est...
All characters are 18+ It is surprising what you miss after it's gone. I never thought that I could live without being able to watch television, but I am doing just fine. I guess that the real problem is freedom. I took it for granted for so long, and now that I am without it, it really irks me. Choosing what to eat was a totally mundane chore out in the...
Ponder. For lack of a better word, ponder works for me, at least for now. I'm sitting at my desk at work pondering what to do next. You see, I asked my wife of sixteen years to edit a few stories that I'd written and by the time she was done, she'd come up with more questions than corrections. Let me regress for a minute so you'll understand my dilemma a li...
Keeping tight hold of the bottle of red wine, I rest the bunch of flowers in the crook of my arm and press the gloved tip of my finger against the bell marked 'Dieter & Gabriele Hausmann'. I lean close to the speaker, my breath misting up the metal as I wait for a reply. Even in the entrance hall it is bitterly cold. The speaker crackles into life. 'Frau H...
His sweat and body odor mixed together into a foul smell that was repellant and made all the more so because I could not get away. He had pulled me up and had his back against a tree and his front guarded by my body. He pulled me around the tree, trying to see everywhere at once, wondering where the mysterious attacker would come at him next. I must have loo...
After our bout of steamy sex, Molly got up and went back outside to the pool to rinse off. Janet said she was ready for a nice, relaxing, hot bath. This left me alone in the kitchen where I began to think ahead to Janet's idea of a party. I began to think of what I had to look forward to, since yesterday, I only had fucked teenage Molly, whereas Janet had sp...
* Thanks to Darkniciad for critiquing the plot of this story. Chris and Layla found the house near sundown. They had walked over twenty miles that day, looking for food and shelter. Judging by the smell, the house wasn't very clean, but it had the advantage of having four standing walls and a roof. They dragged themselves in through the side door, threw do...
I went back to my apartment to change. Hiro, my roommate from Tokyo, greeted me with a husky "Hi," followed by standing there awkwardly in his hunched posture, staring at me with eyes like black marbles, wearing that half-smile of his. I didn't like how he would nod nervously at everything in a conversation, so I tried to keep it brief with him. He was sup...