Heterosexual Stories

Readers keep asking me if I've done the things in my stories or if the story is about me. I hope this answers those questions. I turned off voting. Can you imagine how terrible it would be if you wrote the story of your life and it got a poor rating? LOL

Jenny's husband, Bob, spends a night with one of Jenny's oldest friends. Both are eighty years old and their ability to have sex is questionable.

A story of lust, betrayal and whoopin' ass. This is an entry in the SweetWitch-Marsh Alien Feud Settlement Short Story Writing Contest. As a courtesy to me, if you cast a vote on this story, please also read Marsh Alien 's "Forget the Drink, Gimme the Bitch." / (Reviews)

With a wrecked car and no cellphone reception, Freddy seeks help in the only place he can, a run-down mansion that looks long abandoned. To his surprise, he finds a strange woman living there alone, but there's an ulterior motive to her gracious hospitality. (Spider woman/monstergirl Halloween story)

Ben's young wife is a prude but he still wants to see her with other men. How does he get his way without her knowing? It starts with toys...

Lance inherits a mansion with a dark secret and a busty maid!

Finalist 2022 Clitorides Long Erotic Story of the Year - I played football and wrestled in high school. In college I tried both and failed. I had ballooned from a tight 6'4" 265 pounds to a very wobbly 6'4" 385 pounds. The problem was that in my mind I was still that tight 265 athlete. My wife's lover put short shrift to that. When I grabbed him and pulled him out of her, he spun around and hit me in my big, soft belly. Then he beat the living shit out of me. I don't know when I went unconscious

A film maker helps a cute young woman face and conquer her fantasies. She doesn't realize he knows her better than she imagines.

A Glass Balls Story
The parallel adventures of Olivia Wright, art historian and sensuous woman, and Dom, the medieval youth, continue. Livy rediscovers a secret of Italian art and deflowers a young boy, while Dom experiments with gay love before finding two old friends.

Ellen had never loved any man but her husband. On a foggy afternoon she walked through a once fashionable, and now deserted, neighborhood to the eighteenth cemetery where he was interred in the family mausoleum. She came to talk about their son.