Fiction Stories

The sexual story of horny hot wife name Monica who has large huge DD tits, large round areolas, small waist with curvy body, like to wear heels, short skirts, no panties, no bra, thin fabric blouses with center buttons fasten to show off her cleavage and the bottom of her large tits and at times when she walks or changes position on lookers can steal a peek at her large areolas. Monica meanwhile carried a secret she didn’t fully understand herself. It was about the version of herself she became

A sexual encounter between two long-time lovers. Erin is sleeping, and Trevor knows exactly what he wants to do to her. It will be an enjoyable experience for both of them.

First-rate wife

Midnight Amador had no life. It began when the Man in Black said it could.

Be warned -- this is a dark story. It takes two parents to raise a kid, not one parent and an enabler. He's always been the parent, but that's not enough. It's obvious that his wife lets the kid get away with anything. / (Reviews)

The company is throwing a Halloween party, but some are working late and harder than ever. It is a strange night and strange things happen especially when plants and symbiotes mix.

A A Wifes tale Story
Part of the Life story universe
Over the past year, I've had quite a few requests to write a follow-up to The Woodworker's Wife, one in which Marcus gets his comeuppance. I had a story bouncing around in my thoughts, the chance to including Marcus as the villain was the perfect addition. It's not another tale of Dave and Zoe, nor is it a true sequel. But it does have Marcus as one of the villains. It is possible to read this as a standalone story

Mike and the Energists Story
The fall school year has begun for Mike and the Time Bandettes and his school friends. Things are going superbly for the our Energists enhanced teen but behind the scenes a major surprise is awaiting for him and his friends. This Book 4 is the lead for this major surprise. If you haven't read the preceding book, at least from chapter 40, you may not pickup on all aspects of this story.

Once a year, the gate opens—for Aisha and Elior alone. The garden remembers them, and as vines part and figs split, they answer its call with sweat, laughter, and a hunger sharpened by absence. Among trembling leaves and blooming fire, their bodies meet in a ritual of rhythm and release. What begins with a pomegranate becomes worship and undoing. This is no paradise. It’s something wilder—sacred, erotic, and entirely theirs.