Heterosexual Stories

A fiction of the escapades of a male escort. Women can have the weirdest fantasies.

Two brothers farmed potatoes together. One had two daughters and, because Covid prevented them from dating, he felt it was his duty to prepare them to be good wives. His own wife agreed. The other brother had a son and a daughter, and whey they found out what their cousins were doing, they felt like they should participate in getting ready for marriage, too. The result was two families engaged in a taboo lifestyle, which worked as well as the farming did. And the farming worked very well indeed.

Bill Holland had gone through a terrible trauma in his life. Then he finds himself in another place. Maybe he is "HIM" maybe not. See what you think.

Lila and Ethan are two young teens caught up in the thrill of first love. During one of her family’s movie marathon nights, she invites Ethan over, planning to sneak some steamy moments under the cover of darkness. But the real horror begins when she realizes the hands on her body aren’t Ethan’s—they’re her father’s.

A Mel Story
Mel doesn’t just flow—she floods. When a hot yoga instructor with a voice like sandalwood and sin puts hands on her hips, she decides to stretch more than her hamstrings. From cat-cow to climax, Hot Flow, Slow Burn is a breath-slick, dialogue-driven romp through sweat, sass, and sex that’s anything but passive. Who knew enlightenment could be this filthy?

When Sonia turns to her Professor for help, she gets what she needs, at a price... This story has something for most readers I believe, I hope you enjoy it. / (Reviews)

This is the story of my new stepmom’s breastmilk after giving birth to my sister. 


The first three chapters of this story are pretty nasty. Then it becomes a sexually charged love story. In other words, I expect I’ll piss off a lot of people. Sorry. I hope some of you enjoy it. It wasn’t what I started out intending to write but I worked too hard on it to throw it out.

It's 7:30 on a November night and it's pouring rain and I was supposed to start driving to L.A. two hours ago when I see the flashers up ahead. They're so weak I'm not even sure they're on, but then I see the car, which turns out to be a faded old pickup truck. And then I see the woman, standing there by the truck, waving her arms, soaking wet, looking like a drowned rat. What would you do … ?