Slow Stories

A Son of Martha Story
This is the conclusion of the story of the relationship between Jim, the Son of Martha, and Petra, the young woman who loved him and drew him out of 'nerd-dom'

A young boy finds a ring and two journals hidden in an antique desk. The one journal is written in a language he cannot read; but the other is in Late Middle English. Follow his adventures and misadventures as he becomes a man.

Six men and women get together for drinks and dinner on a Wednesday. It becomes a regular thing, and the friendships they develop bring them into one loving family.

A Story in the Drawing the Line Universe
The first strokes are the hardest. Mike’s traditional background didn’t prepare him for the whole new world of college. Sexy women flashed him. His new roommate regularly charmed ladies into his bed. Meanwhile, Mike dreamed about his roommate’s sister. Then the sight of green panties started him down the path to a life he’d never imagined. As he eased into this open-minded world, he had to learn: where would he draw the line? Note Slow Code. This is book 1 of a 7 book series.

In classic tennis white -- white shorts, matching tank top, and sneakers -- she was eye catching. Her black shiny hair fell softly around her face. It was thick and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through the luscious strands. And her glasses were gone. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in like mirrors in reverse; and I decided I wanted to spend hours looking into them.

18-year-old Alex is hopelessly addicted to stealing and sniffing his hot stepmom Lisa’s warm, creamy gym panties. When she catches him with his face buried in her soaked crotch, she flips the script: no more free sniffs until his crashing grades improve. One month of brutal panty denial follows — then the rewards begin. Good report cards unlock Mommy’s dirty panties on his face, long facesitting sessions, deep licking, raw fucking, and full anal creampie ownership.

After her husband Kenny's tragic death, Jessica discovers him again only to be thwarted anew - or so it seems.