Anal Sex Stories

Family gifts are passed down usually as little baubles, but sometimes they are a little more. Hunger may only be skin deep but family secrets run deeper.

[2/11/26: Epilogue added.] Jack Colby is eating breakfast in a Miami hotel restaurant when a dispute between an elegant woman and a boor disturbs him. She's done with their commercial arrangement, he doesn't want to hear it, and before he can get violent, Jack intervenes and chases him off. Impulsively, Jack offers Renée a new deal which becomes a GFE, three letters new to him. He's skillful in bed, but lonely, surprising her.

A story in the Immortals Universe
A terrific Canadian novelist, Lynsay Sands created the Immortal series. Not vampires, exactly. I love her books! Her scientific immortals require blood to fuel "nanos", medically engineered healing nanobots created in Atlantis ages past. Here, I've borrowed her "not vampire" theme, creating a short story of an encounter in the Victorian era.

Andrea's curiosity Fucked up our marriage

EXITS
Guillotine lover Melissa was the first customer for EXITS new service. Come As You Go(tm) guaranteed an orgasm with every Exit. She invited family and former lovers to help.

An Eternal Serpent's Tale
Snake and his angels begin his Tales describing his transformation into his present guise. They tell of his pursuit and destruction of an old skin that threatens proof of his immortality. I enjoy immersing myself in his tales as well as in a couple more of his incredibly beautiful angels.

Events can lead to bigger and better things when you help someone along side an interstate.

The first three chapters of this story are pretty nasty. Then it becomes a sexually charged love story. In other words, I expect I’ll piss off a lot of people. Sorry. I hope some of you enjoy it. It wasn’t what I started out intending to write but I worked too hard on it to throw it out.

"What we've got here is something like an old pirate movie. There's a nice, fat Spanish galleon and an escort cruiser there. If we tangle with the cruiser, she'll fight – or run – or both – and we'll have trouble on our hands. Somebody will get hurt, or worse. The galleon is a different story. She can't fight and she can't run. All she can do is heave to, let us have what we want, and hope we keep her for a prize and not scuttle her." Only this pair were women, not ships...