True Story Stories

The horizon was panted orange, with patches of yellow scudding clouds against it. The sundial was wan and pale, sinking behind the hills at the vista, dragging down its orange rays behind them. The scene was hermit granting me an air of glamour. For yet I could smell her fragrance, the bunch of mint she was carrying in her hand. Still I can sense its scent clearly after all these years, muddled with scent of ripe apples, we brought them with us back on our trip.

Brother slowly pushes the limits with his little sister

Amanda's boyfriend Tim is on vacation without her. And she misses him, till he calls her...

Loving wife rewards her husband on his promotion and then some!

She has lost control of the situation, can she control herself? He has her where he wants her, Can he make her like it?

There are monsters among us. The most frightening thing about them is that they don't look like monsters and don't act like monsters until... well, until they do. Richard Pauling was one. Maybe the only one of his kind. Or was he? This is a love story, or the closest thing to love that monsters can feel. / (Reviews)

My Step-Sister loved flirting. Her Dad ruined my sex life. It was time for my revenge.

A story about a onsite swing club.