Tracy(A Lamont Story) Dwight Murphy Around ten o’clock on Sunday night, Lamont lay naked in his king size bed after a long day of work lifting boxes. At twenty years-old and six foot even in height, two hundred pounds of muscles, Lamont was worn out and r...
The Operative: File 05 The Specialist By Veronica Divine The Specialist was in my line of sight. Natalia broke visual contact abruptly, running for the exterior wall that surrounded this little fort. Her movements were deft, graceful, like a lynx with sov...
"Good, you woke up." "Look who's so anxious to learn about my gay past…" "Yes. You were on the second part of the story?" "Right… The second part starts when I'm in a bed, but not mine." *** There's always something different about fucking guys. The obvio...
Walking home alone one warm, humid evening, after a few drinks at the bar with some girl friends, I could feel him following me as I walked down the alleys and back roads. I could see no one but a stray cat and a few birds returning to their nests for the...
I looked at my blue piece of paper and smiled. I was able to drive by myself, and I just finished an interview with my favorite clothing store, and I was not ready to go home. I texted my guy best friend and asked what he was doing. "Nothing, you should c...
A slim shaft of silver light cast over her waist from the moon coming through the open window, still but for the curtain gently twitching in the silent warm evening breeze. She lay on her back and stretched like a cat. As she arched into the air, showing...
(The following is a work of fan-fiction for an erotica author who was very inspirational for me when I was starting out, "Big" Timy Donehy. If you would like to hear me reading it aloud, please feel free to contact me) "Mrs. Divine?" he asked, as his hand...
(Story resubmitted with objectionable content removed) My story draws near its close, dear reader, and I shall do my utmost to do these final moments justice in their detail. The first thing I shall say is that Oluth was clearly born for the mantel of lea...
Without Valsivale, our journey had grown much more dire. We were forced to march long hours during the day, and barely slept at night. As we traveled North the weather grew cold and my flesh felt somehow too thin to protect me any longer. But Oluth was a...
Traveling with Talitanitia was spectacular. Some mornings I would wake up mid-orgasm, her greedy, long tongue snaking in and out of me, lashing across my clit at the same time. Others, I would instead awaken to some audacious act of lovemaking between her...
After that nasty business at the glade, we wandered on. As we moved ever northward, we began to hear a curious noise at night, and it wasn't until we were within sight of the source that we understood what it was. The noise of a thousand thousand voices a...
It was, dear reader, a most trying time in the life of this lady. The least of our worries was that it was raining. While the droplets rolled off of Oluth, and Valsivale somehow kept dry with an invisible barrier, Saela and I were becoming soaked to the c...
(Author’s Note: In this chapter, statements between (**)’s are from Ailara’s perspective as she peers through the eyes of others) I glared. I fumed. I stamped my feet. “I do not care how many tantrums you throw, Ailara. We are NOT going back for your ward...
It was difficult for Oluth to convince us to stop sucking his cock. He had to pry Saela's lips from his thick ball sack and hold her away from himself, while shifting his hips to rob my whorish lips of the thick slab of meat I was nursing on. "Enough you...
It was the beginning of summer. Time for sun and fun was here. She and I had just arrived at a secluded cabin that my uncle owned by the lake. It was just going to be the two of us for a month. With as stressful as school was for me and work for her, it w...
