Electricity and Oil - A Strange Mixture BATTRATT
As I turned off the Pine Lake Valley Expressway, a familiar feeling of calmness set in. Two kilometers further, brought me to an unmarked gravel lane among the Birch and Alder trees. The leaves, rich in autumn colours, would soon be gone.
The lane dead ended at a steep cliff, overlooking Pine Lake. A short driveway on one side led to my modest log home. The circular paved driveway on the other side served a rambling ranch bungalow....

Author's Note: Inspired by and loosely based upon the 1911/1912 (public domain) novel by Jack London. A novel well worth reading if you haven't.
When people first started talking about the new disease most everyone assumed it was just a new strain of measles. It didn't seem so bad at first, really. Everyone who was infected would just get a red rash typical of measles but without the other serious symptoms that made measles a killer....

The cool air rushed over him as he plunged into the darkness. This was Jake's favorite time to run. The darkness heightened all of his senses and he felt like he was floating. As he glided through the side streets on his way to the waterfront, he could hear the traffic and people on the main street. To his surprise, he also heard a woman's voice call out from one of the dark side alleys. He decided to angle over to investigate....

Note to the reader: Although this a stand-alone story, it is the second part of a story depicting a formerly straight man's transformation into the world of Black cock submission. It depicts scenes of non-consent, reluctance and humiliation. If this offends you, please choose another story. If you choose to read on, please enjoy....

Jon Thompson is a man who frequently fucks the wives of his friends; and no one in his circle knows about it. In fact, I am probably one of the few people who knows about his sex life. I met him one night at a bar and, after getting comfortable with each other, he started telling me about how he frequently fucks the wives of his friends and that he does it with good, justifiable reason. As a researcher in the sexual practices of humans, I found him a fascinating case study and I knew I needed to have a prop...

Author's note:
Whilst this works as a stand alone story, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context. In case you can't be bothered with all the previous 48k words, here is a synopsis for you:
Rune, the runt of the family, and only son, grew up with four over-achieving sisters and, shunned by his parents and siblings, lived the life of a loner, dressed in his sister's feminine 'hand me downs'. He was befriended by Becca, a hot soccer player, at College. She discovered he had a pair of hi...

The king breathed slowly through his nose as the princess came to the end of her story. During her story, the princess had played idly with her bare breasts, twisting and tugging a nipple, lifting and dropping a breast. The king had been hypnotized by the sight of her dewy pussy dripping onto the cushion....

"just what is going on here?" Cheryl's mother demanded, as she entered into the living room just as i was unloading my pent up essence into Cynthia.
"Mom!" Cheryl yelped, in a tone used for mothers that teenagers use when they aren't sure how much trouble they might be in or if any at all? "You remember Cynthia of course and this is Roy who goes to our school and is the schools star tennis player. He's the boy I was telling you about the other day. He's my boyfriend and Cynthia's also. He plays mixed dou...

He took my hand, to lead me towards the escalator. I pause, and he comes back to me.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I need to do something about my bra- it's too obvious around my waist in this dress."
He laughs, "Yeah, babe. Need help?"
I shake my heads as I loop the strap back over my arm and up to my shoulder. I reach my hand behind and try to do up the band in the back through my dress....

"Is this seat taken?"
Kate woke from her daydream and looked up to see the woman who had startled her.
"No, help yourself," she said as she squinted into the sun. The woman was only a silhouette until she sat in the seat Mickey had occupied only a few minutes ago.
Kate's heart nearly stopped when she recognized her new table guest....

After his adventure with Jenna Slater and Lena Piper, (and for the next ten days into the end of November,) not much happened in Charlie's sex life. The problem was not in finding someone to do it with, the problem was where to do it! Normally, Charlie's house was available on Saturdays, but his dad scheduled an electrician friend of his to come do a "side job" and rewire the garage. As bad luck would have it, that was going to take the next two Saturdays. Everyone else's parents were also "always around." ...

It might be a bit odd to write about hands at the bathhouse, so this review is intended to be focused on just a couple of points. Though also recognizing the immense amount of overlap involved when describing first contact in a male only sauna.
Intentional contact in the baths almost always starts with a hand, yours or a potential partner's. The notable exception to this fact involves a mouth, generally one surrounding your cock in a glorious wave of pure bliss. Or your mouth doing the same to a stranger...

Chapter 161: Second day of work.
I never enjoyed the act of washing dishes. I was never against it, but I never found it fun like some people claimed. That was until I realized it was a break from having to wait on tables.
Being a waiter was stressful, I had learned. It was nerve wracking and busy. Washing dishes, on the other hand, was quiet and peaceful. A pile of dirty dishes and cups was a welcome sight because it meant I didn't have to deal with customers and could leave it to my boss for a while...

DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING-DONG-DING-DONG!
You rush to the door, jerking it open mid-ring, only to find... nobody? Your eyes automatically go to normal height, but there's just empty hallway.
"Down here, fuckface."
You lower your gaze a full foot and find yourself staring at a tiny, furious Asian girl drowning in men's clothing. A black T-shirt that reads "RESPAWN OR DIE TRYING" hangs like a dress off one shoulder. Baggy jeans are rolled up multiple times at the ankles and cinched at the waist with a...

Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18, and all acts are consensual. This is a primal tale of a 37-year-old archaeologist's descent into desire--a slow build that unravels into something gritty, raw, taboo and extreme at times.
Expect explicit sex, fertility rituals, size kinks, exhibitionism, lesbian encounters, group sex, gaping, natural bodies and the supernatural--not your typical perky, tight MILF fantasy....

Chapter 17 - Working on the Rail Road
The kitchen crew (part 2)
The winter storm has passed and calm has developed over the train. The engineer travels back from the front of the train, to find the Conductor in his caboose office at the rear of the stopped train. "I've going to try and tap the Telegraph line next to the track. I'm slow, but with these weather changes, we can find out if help is on its way."...

"Mm." I wake up and stretch. I'm alone in my bed and my clitty has a piss hard on. Miss Beth explained to me girls don't have cocks, they have clits.
My darlings went to a dinner party last night and didn't get home until late. It's the first Friday in February, the start of Peace Week. The week long celebration of the end of WW3, when the world wide matriarchy began....

All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 06: Claire
Tori finally reached a room on the end of one of the long hallways which had the name 'Claire' painted in black on the door.
"Bingo" Tori said out loud to herself.
She wiped the remaining tears as she knocked on the door.
"Yes?" She heard Claire call from the other side of the door....

No characters (both humans and non-humans) are below the age of consent.
Also, this is one of the more story-focused chapters.
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Zara didn't believe her eyes at first when she noticed the girl in the park.
The girl was sitting in a wheelchair, completely motionless. Her wavy, white blonde hair was so long it almost reached her hips. She was dressed in a gothic outfit: a Victorian-style black dress, black lace choker, ...

Standing in the queue in the fried chicken outlet on Haverstock Hill, my mind blank, I heard a voice behind me.
"I hope we don't have to wait too long. I need to get home before it gets dark. I hope they haven't forgotten mine."
Turning I saw it was a lovely elderly gentleman. He was waiting patiently behind me, his receipt in his hand. I asked....

I wake up to sunlight filtering through the thin curtains of my Detroit apartment. I stretch in bed, my muscles feeling tense and ready for the action of a new day. I look at the clock: seven in the morning. Time to get up. I let out a deep sigh. It's Friday, and it's been an incredibly stressful week so far....

(Note: This is a long, ongoing story. It is a story with sex. It's a sexy story. It is in many ways a story about sex. But, it is not strictly a sex story. Many chapters may even be SFW.)
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RELUCTANTLY ROGUE:...

Chapter 4 Photo Shoot/ Ruth's Story
The snow flurries force Tara to click on the Sky Chicken's wipers on the way to Taylor's photography studio. Sister Tara wearing a sweat shirt, sweat pants, thin black socks (that are not warm), her tennis shoes, hair tied back with no head covering feels rushed. She has only about 1 hour to pick up the Coats drive back to St. Rose, in the snow, and change into her habit before Evening prayers.  ...

THE STORY SO FAR
I am Helen. My bisexual husband, George, is pretending to be straight so that Clark (my 23 year old lover) thinks he is an alpha male.
Last night I had told George how Clark and I had a quickie which got my husband horny.
THE SECOND TIME
Clark visited me again at 5 15. George would not be back for an hour. So for the second evening running Clark gave me another amazing quickie....

"You think they're what?"
"Swingers. You know what swingers are, right?"
Joey blushed at the tone in Sara's voice, as if she wasn't quite sure just how naive Joey was.
"Yeah, of course I know, I just thought I heard wrong. Why would you think your parents are... doing that." Joey couldn't quite keep the judgment out of her voice. Or off her face....

AN: I know that Valentine's Day has come and gone. But I didn't manage to finish this till now. Enjoy!

Cupid's Shot

"I got dumped before Valentine's Day!" Anta growled through the phone. I sighed internally as I moved my way through the air. Looking for someone to fill out the quota for the end of the day. It had been a productive day but I still had an arrow left....

A glance, a nod then he smiles back at me.
I walk towards the restroom in back then past it. The backdoor is unlocked as they usually are in places like this. Turning the handle to the wooden door and the steel security door then out to the alley. The mature man in white t-shirt and black jeans emerges from the door a minute later. He walks up to me with that same smile he flashed. I'd guess we are about the same age. I'm in town for a couple days for a business meeting but was hoping to find someone for...

Marriage with Tara was a sexless, silent routine of ignoring each other, with no real communication or shared life. She'd broken my heart once before, that first split years back, and though we'd got back together, the stitches never held. Work was my lifeline, running a tight team with a grip I'd honed over years--authority came natural, a mix of strictness and respect that got results. I'd always had a way with the women there, not chasing, just being me--confident, fair, guiding fresh-out-of-college kids...

*Headphones are highly recommended when listening to this stereo-version audio tale*

This is an extended seductive version of the "I Wanna Suck Your Cock" - Quickie, that I shared with subscribers a while back. Enjoy!
NOTE: *For those who drive on the left-hand side of the road you might even want to switch your headphones around just for this tale, but it's not a requirement....

There had been something between Jane and I on numerous occasions over the years. But never by both of us at the same time. And in the event one's feelings became known to the other, we were doomed to share in a discouraging bout of real talk before an indefinite hiatus of friendship. And then, we'd always come back to each other, in some brave reclamation that would slowly devolve into our same tragic pattern....