Fiction Stories

The divorce was final. I had full custody of our daughter, Laney. She had just turned fourteen. This is my memory of our first night together at my place. She wanted to take a bath. She wanted me to be in the bathroom next to the tub. She wanted me to wash her. I did.

A couple of college guys decide to go to the races on the weekend to meet girls, get drunk, and get laid. They hook-up with some female friends, and the sex is hot, heavy, and often! Road head? Check. Group sex? Check? Teen sex? Check. True story? Mostly check! A huge amount of sex, and a pretty decent short story too!

Sarah thinks she's confessing her incestuous fantasies to a stranger, unaware her own father is listening behind the screen, hardened by every word. Driven to the brink by her filth, Father Thomas decides that prayers won't save her soul. She needs a physical absolution only he can deliver. And the only path to purity is through total, painful submission.

The subjects of "The Surrogate Husband" stumble upon my story and recognize themselves. Oops!

A 42-year-old curvy mom, Sarah, finds her 19-year-old son Alex's dried cum in her stolen panties while cleaning. Shocked yet aroused, she masturbates with them, then teases him into a forbidden affair—handjobs, oral, toys, full sex, creampies, and risky encounters amid crushing guilt and her traveling husband's absence.

Making up for New Year goof, two couples soft and hard swap.

Eddie is in the Navy and married unhappily. For the sake of his children (3), he's sticking it out in his marriage. To keep himself sane, he steps outside his marriage occasionally, to assuage his active libido. Since he refuses to engage a hooker, he tries to develop fleeting relationships with non-professional women, but those who appreciate his sexual acumen. These trysts occur at different places around the world.

The headcount is seven. A serial killer is working the strip-clubs of lower Manhattan. But that’s Detective Tomasina Vencenzi’s beat... and Tommy doesn’t like it when someone messes with her girls.

In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort.