Heterosexual Stories

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 … ?

A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story
This is the TRUE story of the three little Piggs. Wolfgang Lupine "The Big Bad Wolf" thought he could huff and puff and blow their houses down—but the three little Piggs had other plans. Penelope the baker lured him in with cream and curves. Clarabelle the milkmaid milked more than his ego. And Bettina, the brick-house headmistress, made him beg for detention. No bedtime story—this is a filthy fairytale of whips, cream, and squeals of delight. He came to conquer. They made him moan.

As homage to Lubrican - and by popular demand, here is my continuation of "The Cheerleader Blues" - a great story that originally ended much too soon...

The power of a smile... and the person inside.