Heterosexual Stories

My girl needed to learn that good things come to those who wait. So I made her wait. And good things did indeed cum to her!

This story is about a guy new to the apartment building who befriends and ends up having sex with a divorced woman across the hall. When her daughter comes to town, she introduces him and he has sex with her as well. Although there are three characters in this story, two of whom are mother and daughter, there is NO incest – he has sex with each one individually. So all those who dislike the idea of incest can read this story without worry.

Neil wasn’t really a rapist. Not like Vivian and her “art.” He was an opportunist who spread pleasure. She came from traumatizing her victims. Vivian was an intriguing woman that Neil had to have, even if it meant reshaping himself in her image – and forcing her to take his cock in her lesbian cunt. She fought him every step of the way to becoming his fucktoy… until she didn’t. Amidst their struggle, each faced a loneliness they’d been trying to ignore, and the solution staring them in the face.

In this third part of the FMSK series we see things from Alexander's point of view. Just as he is going to make a meal of his sister someone else ruins his plans while being on the run from her own brother. Now Alexander seeks to make her pay, pound for pound of flesh. (please mind the tags. This is the 'fixed' re-posting)

Naturally, when Connor and Zephyra find each other on a fetish site, they meet for a pee holding contest. Neither of them bargained for the adventure that lay before them.

KittyKat meets the owner of the exclusive BDSM island resort where she has started working

A St. Maarten Story
Two friends escape to St Maarten after a job loss, but one has secrets from a solo trip that are about to collide with their tropical getaway. A follow up to "Finding Carolina's."

A The Wanting Series Story
Ten weeks in, Margot brings over a shoebox: the brass stamp she used on all two hundred and forty candles. Fourteen ninety-nine, free shipping. Ash turns it over and the room goes cold — because what's on it isn't a sigil. It's his name. From there the chain unspools: an 1878 clergyman's book, a rubbing of a floor stone in Northumberland worn by centuries of feet, a man in Doncaster with a cat and a laser engraver, 1,406 units sold. A funny, aching story about a name that was never secret — nobo