Heterosexual Stories

Space Man's Final Spanking Frontier
This is the story of the rescue of the HMS Beverly, a private space vessel transporting a man and his household's 1200 women from the planet Jewel to the planet Apple. During the trip a major disaster occurs and ship is nearly destroyed in a very remote portion of the galaxy. The story begins with the TFS Zeus and Captain Edward Jones receiving a distress call from the Beverly. This story contains sex and spanking from a M/F genre. The spanking is often severe but never without a point.

A wealthy man with a taste for classic cars, gives a troubled teenager on probation work experience on his estate. When she takes one of his classic cars for a joy-ride, he doesn't react as you might expect. Just a two-part tale with some mild D & S. / (Reviews)

An Amy Story
Following straight on from the first Amy story This Night Has Opened My Eyes, opening the morning after the night before. We follow our heroes Amy & Gary as they go back to work, have dinner, explore each other's bodies some more and get an amazing surprise. Gary finds out all about Amy's past, how does this effect their burgeoning relationship? Read on to find out...

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.

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)

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 … ?