Patricia Maria Summers – I repeat those magical words like a litany when I am alone at night. Rarely does it happen that I am alone, and even rarer are those occasions when I am alone and conscious. But in those few moments of lucid solitude I remind myself of who I am, rather who
Well once I was done with the Origin Story on how I became a Plenty of Fisherman I was set and ready to begin my adventure and a journey of self discovery and enlightenment. It would prove that everything I thought I knew about dating and women was all wrong. I would see things I
I was a virgin. But then so was Holly, and tomorrow was to be our wedding day! We were both excited, and a bit terrified. I mean, I had no “experience” at all….Oh yeah…I had seen lots of pictures…even as a teenager I was able to get hold of dirty magazines…but I had never REALLY
Nympho-maniac Twin GirlsThis story is based on some true events.*I was able to interview (Phil), I’ll call him, and he told me this very hot story. Names changed of course.———————I’m Phil, the dad of Megan and Millie, twin girls. They are true Nymphomaniacs. I knew they were sex obsessed and I found a Dr. who
A story of several young men and women, all across the globe, being kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery by the infamous Master Petrovsky. In this chapter: The new slave, Patrick, meets his master and receives a new name. Meanwhile, Dazzle make a terrible mistake and pays the price, but will Basil come to his
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older.*Winston Thomas, a lanky artist with lanky hair and lanky eyes and lanky everything, lean and sharp as a blade of grass, leans against the railing of the cruise-ship Allure and stares out at the ocean, trying his best to sketch the distant waves
This story has been created by Ana and Brukalius who share this account. This story is the result of an ongoing erotic roleplay we are writing together that we are happy to share with you all.Background fun fact 1Our story world is very similar to the real modern world with a few major differences. A
This was originally written to accompany a series of monochrome photographs with each paragraph pertaining to a black and white photo.This story continues in a highly erotic manner after being befriended by an attractive couple who recommend a seafood beach bar for lunchtime cocktails. This is only the introduction.IntroductionAmidst the sun-soaked terrace, a woman leaning
If you don’t like it, don’t read it. My name is Alex, and I’m a 22 year old billionaire. My father and mother started a gym together, and turned it into a huge corporation, having 100 thousand of their gyms open throughout Canada, and the USA. I was their only child, amd they had me
After breakfast the men left the cabin, knowing that she would clean everything up and have her chores completed when they returned. They had broken her to their ownership and she hadn’t thought of escape in several months. Her thoughts these days centered on how to keep the men happy, and as she worked about
First of a series of interconnected stories which will all be in group sex. I will be mixing around the POV characters between chapters, which will help them be stand-alone and allow me to blame inconsistencies on the narrators not being omniscient. This is set in 1981, so no social media, no internet, and no
A married woman loses her canine virginity to the family dog but is spied on while being fucked. ‘So do you think you ever will?’ read the words on the screen and Hailey sat for a moment considering them before typing, ‘don’t know if I will ever have the nerve.’ Hailey pushed her chair back
Well it seems all is well for our boy here, until he tries play the hero. I woke up to lauren moaning,harsh sunlight and loud music in my ears. “Wus goin-” lexi kissed me and I saw samantha eathing lauren out. “Oh so this is a thing now. Im down for it I grabbed lexi
This is first time I am writing a story on this site, my name is Priyanka and I stay in an upper class colony in Delhi. We are five members in family, I aged 24 now, my elder sister aged 28 and married to a nice and handsome man – Ruchi and my younger brother
Hodan Ali and Yusuf Aden are a forty-something Somali American couple residing in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. They’re successful professionals in their own right. The couple’s adult daughters Yasmin and Soraya are currently attending the University of Connecticut in distant New England. With the nest empty, the happy couple has begun dreaming old dreams
This is a continuation of part 1 of ‘A Factory of Human Vice 1’. Most of these will mostly be just a collection surrounding the Factory and its many installations. Part 1 was about a pair of new admission’s first day and their insertion into the Factory. This next one details something else…—While Leanne generally
SOCIETAL SUBMISSIONS: AN INFORMATIVE BRIEFING – New Laws!Emma sits quietly in the crowded conference room. A writer for a well known women’s wellness website. She looks around, at all the other faces eagerly waiting for the announcements to come. At the edges of the large room, she sees banners celebrating the legal progress society has
While at USF Apartment complex where I lived frequently had panhandlers at the stores close by, this story is one I thought up during this time, have to say it did turn me on The Student and the PanhandlerHe stood where he had stood for the last couple of months, with his cardboard sign, written
Author’s note: I tried more experimenting with this one. There are a few scenes where events with aunts and nephews, moms and sons, are happening simultaneously. In my head, they play as a movie, switching back and forth fluidly. I experimented with writing that. I didn’t use an asterisk to separate them, I just wrote
Direct continuation of parts one and two. Based on a true story. Everyone is 18+. In all the fuss, she hadn’t noticed her shorts around her ankles or the fluids dripping off her trembling knuckles and down her thigh. Instead, Cherie’s eyes—horrified and gaping—bore through the window and into her husband’s. His—at first a reflection