Petting Stories

This story is written across several different genres and is difficult to describe except in the sense it is historical, time-shifting, science fictional, romantic, erotic, fiction. The lead character is female and conflicted about her own sanity. Read carefully to determine what is reality and what is fantasy.

A veteran of chat programmes decides to not be a nice bloke anymore and tells women what he really wants - a fuck A lonely but educated woman seeks a man that would be her equal in education, she finds her man that even leads to a change of occupation - read on

A story in the Dark Tales Universe
Chuck Larson had a great life he thought. A beautiful wife, and a 15 year old daughter that was the apple of his eye. Then he meets Charley, his daughter's best friend. And his life is never the same after that.

In this sequel to Lead Us Not Into Temptation, Father Di Mucci allows Ellen, his kinky and bi-sexual young parishioner, to attend his Mass along with her mother. I think he knew what was going to happen next, but he is getting deeper into denial. This is set in the New York of 1957.

At three different points in his teens, James takes three different strides in three different relationships.

James goes on a journey of personal and sexual exploration involving several important people in his life.

"Bad Boy" ex-boyfriend comes to town and convinces her to meet him in a motel. She protests that she can't betray her husband but shows up in her prettiest bra, panties and stockings. They re-live the sex they had in the old days in the back of his car. She knows what it is like for a married woman to feel well fucked once again.

A sister encourages her brother's interest in erotic peril.

She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!