Analingus Stories

The master of the manor at Crowley, in Devon, England, of the 1880s, has a fetish for fourteen-year-old stable boys recruited from the fields. There's a new crop of them every year, and using a riding crop is another one of Sir Stanley's fetishes.

Julie knows her life is about to change. Her sorority sisters are all total bitches. Her girlfriend is trying to steal her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is planning to cheat on her. Her masseuse is hitting on her. It is time to get a butterfly tattoo.

An Arab girl in a northern Africa country is introduced to sex by an American soldier.

Linda's lovely cheeks were beginning to sag a bit when she hit 65 and she was faced with banishment to the Shady Arms Assisted Living Facility out in the country. It bothered her no end to be forced into secluded retirement just when her naughty urges were running rampant like giggling schoolgirls on a pleasure cruise.

The young Air Force captain next door needs a helping hand. What he gets is a helping mouth - at the crack of his ass.

Noah is frustrated, horny and gay. He misses his best friend, Jonathan, and Jonathan's father, who secretly got oral from Noah and nearly took his virginity. But they moved at the beginning of summer, and now Noah's alone. Until he calls his cousin in Chicago and gets permission to fly up. He gets more than he hoped for, including the loss of his virginity.

Building collapses are usually a tragedy for everyone, but when the Miami condo of a man, Peter Stroud, going from one new identify, Matthew Finney, to yet another one, Terrence Sinclair, while on the escape from being caught indulging in his fetish for fourteen-year-old boys, comes down in a deep pile of rubble, he, presumed to be under the pile, is given an opportunity to escape to Italy and to try again, with his fetish having been extended.

My new roommate is an Aussie guy who looks fantastic in his speedos. Finally I got him into the hottub and sucked him off.

Debbie could hardly contain her excitement. Her nieces were arriving that afternoon. Stephanie was 19; Amber 18 and Debbie always enjoyed their visits. Both girls loved to shop and go out dancing at night. They provided a small diversion in Debbie's otherwise mundane life.

This is my own version of a sequel to "Danielle's Revenge" by Damon X. You could call it fan fic, though I'm not a fan of the ending, which cut off too soon.