A man and woman are teamed up for an intense weekend competition at a camp described as a combination of a sprint tri, a tough mudder, and the toughest escape room you've ever tried with some cool Amazing Race vibes mixed in. This is a novel length story with lots of elements of the wet and messy fetish present. Viewpoint alternates between the main characters. (C) = Cal, (L) = Lindsey. Chapters felt presumptuous for my first story so instead they are scenes e.g. D1S1 = Day 1, Scene 1.
A steamy Cajun town.
Six Stories. Five Cajun girls — four with teenage sons and one girl with two younger brothers — live in the insular, isolated town of Sausalito, Mississippi. ‘Portraits’ follows them as they explore new sexual highways and byways. Two local institutions — a strip joint called Miss Kitty’s, plus a laissez-faire restaurant called Contrary Mary’s — are run by 15-year-old Darlene Pellerin. Who now controls much of the town’s pussy. Oh, and let’s not forget one young man — Robbie Dumont.
A young man's quest begins after he receives the Oberon ring. He is joined by a beautiful instructor and special warriors on his quest. Winner of the Golden Clitoride for Best Mind Control Story of the Year.
If I had to pick one event or day in my life that has impacted me more than any other, the choice would be easy - the day my dad and I had sex together for the first time. Everyone asks me if this really happened. Well, it did and yes, we're still together occasionally - in every sense of the word. People always ask me what's my favorite diary entry. While this one may not be the best written, the most erotic, or even the hottest, it means more to me than anything else I've ever written.
I had been sitting in the food court when I was nearly hit by falling boxes. Offering to help triggered an outburst from an angry young woman. "What, you see a cripple and think you have to help? What do you know about handicaps? Why don't you shut up and leave me alone!" she screamed. The entire food court was silent. I didn't respond, just got my cane from a chair where I'd left it. As I was leaving the food court I heard, "Please stop!" The words weren't quite so angry now.